So, last night at bed time I traipsed into my bedroom anticipating a night of solid sleep after a month of sleeping in the recliner.
It was not to be.
I layed on my side. My shoulder hurt. I rolled onto my back. It hurt some more. I rolled to my left side and it still hurt. I was determined to try to sleep in my bed because I just wanted to. I had been looking forward to this all day and I was not going to be denied.
After an hour and a half of fighting to go to sleep, I sat up and sulked. "Dang it," I thought. "This isn't fair." And as if to rub salt on my wound, my shoulder gave me a sharp jab right at the back side. So back to the recliner I went dragging my blanket along like a kid with his security blanket. I pulled a good sulk as I walked, let me tell you.
I sat in the chair and reclined. Then I rolled and tossed and turned. After a few minutes of this I pulled the chair upright and stretched out on the couch. Couches with two recliners are not meant for sleeping. My shoulder hurt as I laid there so I tossed and turned some more.
And somehow, I managed an hour of sleep. I don't know what woke me up but when my eyes opened, my elbow hurt from hanging off the edge of the couch. It hurt to pull it up and when I did my stinking shoulder hurt again. I was not happy.
"I know," a little voice said in my head as I sat on the edge of the couch fuming. "Take a morphine and see if that helps you sleep." So to the kitchen I went and tossed back one of the little pills. I thought of The Stones singing Mother's Little Helper as I went back to the couch.
It must have served some psychological purpose because I was asleep in no time at all and woke up at 4:15 this morning. After answering nature's call I told myself I should try sleeping in the bed one more time. So I did.
The morphine must have been working because I was able to sleep like a baby until 7 this morning when I was awakened by the bright daylight coming through my window. It was a sight I missed.
I think it was that after a month I was more accustomed to sleeping upright than sleeping horizontally so I have to get used to sleeping in bed again.
I have three days left on this cycle of Sutent and my stomach is suddenly feeling nauseous. A short while after taking the thyroid pill I had to vomit. It must have dissolved because I didn't see it come back up. I hope I was able to keep enough down to work.
Later, I felt well enough to have a light breakfast of pancakes. It didn't stay down long and almost as soon as I finished eating my stomach rejected it. I'm feeling better now (funny how that works) and hopefully I'll be able to keep down lunch.
It was not to be.
I layed on my side. My shoulder hurt. I rolled onto my back. It hurt some more. I rolled to my left side and it still hurt. I was determined to try to sleep in my bed because I just wanted to. I had been looking forward to this all day and I was not going to be denied.
After an hour and a half of fighting to go to sleep, I sat up and sulked. "Dang it," I thought. "This isn't fair." And as if to rub salt on my wound, my shoulder gave me a sharp jab right at the back side. So back to the recliner I went dragging my blanket along like a kid with his security blanket. I pulled a good sulk as I walked, let me tell you.
I sat in the chair and reclined. Then I rolled and tossed and turned. After a few minutes of this I pulled the chair upright and stretched out on the couch. Couches with two recliners are not meant for sleeping. My shoulder hurt as I laid there so I tossed and turned some more.
And somehow, I managed an hour of sleep. I don't know what woke me up but when my eyes opened, my elbow hurt from hanging off the edge of the couch. It hurt to pull it up and when I did my stinking shoulder hurt again. I was not happy.
"I know," a little voice said in my head as I sat on the edge of the couch fuming. "Take a morphine and see if that helps you sleep." So to the kitchen I went and tossed back one of the little pills. I thought of The Stones singing Mother's Little Helper as I went back to the couch.
It must have served some psychological purpose because I was asleep in no time at all and woke up at 4:15 this morning. After answering nature's call I told myself I should try sleeping in the bed one more time. So I did.
The morphine must have been working because I was able to sleep like a baby until 7 this morning when I was awakened by the bright daylight coming through my window. It was a sight I missed.
I think it was that after a month I was more accustomed to sleeping upright than sleeping horizontally so I have to get used to sleeping in bed again.
I have three days left on this cycle of Sutent and my stomach is suddenly feeling nauseous. A short while after taking the thyroid pill I had to vomit. It must have dissolved because I didn't see it come back up. I hope I was able to keep enough down to work.
Later, I felt well enough to have a light breakfast of pancakes. It didn't stay down long and almost as soon as I finished eating my stomach rejected it. I'm feeling better now (funny how that works) and hopefully I'll be able to keep down lunch.
After that, I think I'll take a nap in my bed.