Number 10: Your husband drives you to the infustion center, unlike for Tysabri. *Except then you realize the cat's out of the bag because now he knows how cushy the infusion center really is!
Number 9: Everyone else in your family has "sympathy pains" that morning. "If mom's sick, we're all going to be sick!"
Number 8: The crazy, tired, drunken feeling I have when I get home tricks me into thinking I'm just going to curl up and go right to sleep! I take the "all the ativans I can eat" that I got from the clinic (ok, just two), melatonin AND a Luxutor (no wait, that is a casino in Las Vegas.), no, a Lunesta and prepare for bliss.
Number 7: Bliss does not come. Around 10:30, I notice I'm reading blogs, watching Roger Hodgson's "Take the Long Way home" cd and then decide to play Scrabulous for 2 hours. I notice I'm not the 'roid rage type - I'm the 'roid weepy type! Everytime he sings another song, I cry.
Number 6: 3:00 am. Still have got energy. Why not do the taxes I've been putting off?
Number 5: 5:00 am. Taxes done!
Number 4: Wide awake to hear Bret Saunders, fav morning show guy on KBCO, come on at 5:45.
Number 3: Lay around until Dagny is miraculously ready to go at 6:50.
Number 2: Keep my pajames and my blankie on to drive her to Moriah's, who is giving her a ride to school.
ANd NUMBER 1: Stopping by the drive-through Starbucks on my way back to my house in said pajamas and blankie. I thought I was going to sleep for a few hours before 12:00 but this is becoming unclear....
I still feel crappy and tweezy and kind of like Jeff Tweedy with buzzing all over my body. I think the bladder infection is keeping me triggered. Can't WAIT to take those antibiotics. I'm like the guy on the HD FM radio commericals ....."hi Rae-dio. Call me!! Ok????"
What will night two bring? I have to figure out how to sleep.