Had my Wounds Cared for this morning.
It went OK. Apparently, a week is long enough for my muscles to recover from the exertions required by a trip to the CCC.
Alert readers will recall that I missed my Wound Care appointment last Friday because I came down with the flu.
This lead to my wounds not getting a dressing change for a week. When something happens only twice a week and you miss a day…
As for today’s adventure, everything went fine. My nurse’s name was Marie and judging by her accent and complexion, she may be from Africa.
I got to feel all luxurious again because there was another nurse hovering around as Marie worked. That and the fact that Marie seemed a little hesitant and shy leads me to conclude that she’s either a student nurse or a freshly minted one.
The luxurious part came when I had one nurse per foot working on me.
Made me feel like a pampered movie star. But also like a piece of taffy being pulled as my legs are pulled in two different directions.
Speaking of these broken down legs of mine, they didn’t bother me too much while I was there and on the way back.
It wasn’t until I was home and resting that the stiffness and pain set in.
So I’ve got a couple of Gabapentin and Naproxen in me to control the pain.
I still think that I shouldn’t be doing these trips if they leave me in this much pain after and take a whole week to recover from.
But they have given me no choice. It’s go to the CCC twice a week or watch my bandages rot off my body.
*sigh* If only I was skinny, and therefore a real human being.
More after the break.
Other hand part II : the actual subject
Oh right, I called the first part that for a reason.
As I rode the elevator to the CCC today, it occurred to me that there’s a much simpler and more probable explanation for my recent cognitive decline than my having some terrible brain disease.
Namely that I have not been getting enough sleep.
My sleep has been low in both quality and quantity lately. So wonder no not think me good. My oft abused medium term memory must be bursting at the seams with memories it is desperate to process and store.
But it can’t do that unless I have been deeply asleep a good long while, and lately I have had a hard time sleeping for more than 45 minutes or so.
This is Bad. Very, Very Bad.
So I might have to take a sleeping pill just to get things started.
I don’t like doing that because those pills make my sleep apnea worse. I sleep too deeply and have way too intense REM periods so that I wake up physically rested but mentally and emotionally a train wreck.
But I don’t know how to treat the issue otherwise. I don’t know yoga, I can’t meditate, and exercise is not really an option right now.
Even simple bed exercises would be beyond my sore and tired muscles rright now.
So I am going to try to sleep more.
But if I find I just can’t, out comes the Zopiclone.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.