As you may be unsurprised to learn, there hasn’t been a lot of sleep going on in my household this week.
One of the drugs you take while getting chemotherapy is the steroid prednisone, which if you’ve ever had it, is sort of like injecting jet fuel.
Nurses warned my wife her sleep schedule might get a little weird for about 36 hours. Oddly enough, she slept mostly OK the first night.
Last night though, not so much. Which is to say: I’m a little tired and punchy today.
So, you tell me … whatcha got on this fine Friday evening?
Prednisone randomly would give me a racing heart, like when I had to take it for 5 days due to a bee sting reaction. I was flying home from Hawaii and about 3 hours into the flight my fitbit beeps at me with the “you’re earning workout minutes!” alert, and wouldn’t you know, I had about 15 minutes where my heart rate was in the 130s for no reason while I was just sitting there. So fyi in case your wife has anything similar happen.
Sorry to hear about that. Prescription drugs do weird shit to people.
Now that I’m not inhaling various actives, I’m feeling better and less shitty 2 months getting shitcanned from the pill factory.
My sleep is getting to be more cyclical almost to the point where I don’t need an alarm to wake up which is where it used to be pre pill factory.
The hard part of the move is progressing as I’ve already moved 1/3 my models (one of the bedrooms looks like the ARMARC facility in Arizona where they park planes to be scrapped or retired.)
I found out today that a friend of mine passed away in December 2023. We lost touch for the past decade and I did wonder why she had stopped responding to my messages. It’s her birthday and while most people posted HBD on her Facebook wall, a couple of her closer friends wrote about how much they missed her. It’s weird. I cried even though we haven’t been close for 15 years. She was my first flatmate and the kind of person who lit up the room and everyone wanted to hang out with. I’m sad.
I know exactly what you’re going through. Be well.
That’s terrible news. It’s hard to find out people you once knew are gone.
Recently, one of my friends had a 20th Death Anniversary for his brother who died of brain cancer and was a big part of the social group. It was strange to see his sons there (they look like uncannily like him.) Hard to believe it’s been 20 years.
The one friend I had stayed in touch with from high school died in February. Very similar situation — no sustained, regular contact, just the occasional “Hiya”. Still hit like a ton of bricks. Take care of yourself.
i actually skipped most of the evening part of friday…not for any serious reason or even coz im particularly tired…. just that the living room gets a bit nippy in the evening without heating…and you know wheres warm and cozy? thats right…bed
now that i have daylight again i guess ill go see if i can beat the boiler into some semblance of operational again…otherwise its cold showers till at least monday
at least this time it broke whilst we dont really need heating yet 🙂
(in unrelated news i hope none of yous have ordered a package from europe at the moment…coz parcel post from here to the states is pretty much suspended at mo….seems nobody knows how the new import duties are supposed to work or whos supposed to pay or collect them and if packages sent would actually get anywhere is anyones guess…sooo they arent getting shipped till shits worked out)