Day Seven: After having a very lazy, iced-up, elevated day yesterday, I went to bed feeling that perhaps I'd get a few good zzz's last night. Wrong! I've no idea what set this off, but I developed a painful, muscle spasm sensation in the hamstrings and absolutely couldn't lie in bed flat or any other way. Got up and walked a bit, popped the Oxy, sat on the sofa with the pillows and ice and tried to massage the area a bit. Eventually, I fell asleep in this position, but woke around 4 A.M. again; aarrggh.
Despite napping wherever and whenever I can, I think the broken sleep is beginning to take a real toll. I hesitate to say I feel shaky, because it's not quite that, but I do feel as if my whole being is vibrating in an unpleasant way. It's an anxiety producing sensation, almost like some sort of sensory overload that's putting me on the verge of *shorting-out.* Today, I am the crabbiest apple in the tree, unless someone here has me beat, which is always a possibility!
The only victory I can claim today is success at being able to stand long enough at the kitchen sink to wash my hair.
PT will be here shortly and she'd better be on her best behavior or she will get *bitten*, hah! I can see myself using the word "No" a lot with her today.