Hi Pink Grandma,
Sleep is a real treasure - and a well hidden treasure these days. I missed your post yesterday. I wanted to be as fresh as I could for today's cardio work up. Bubble test, radioactive dye with nuclear camera, chemically-induced stress test while on the treadmill. Three and a half hours of non-stop fun. The nurses were great, the doctors detached and the needle large, an 18 gauge.
I had finished reading my last recently-published paperback during last week's marathon of tests so I am rereading Michener's 'The Novel'. As backup, I now have a copy of Stephen King's 'On Writing', his non-fiction book on how he became a writer and how he does it. It should be interesting. My daughter just made a book deal and my friends are urging me to publish my stories from the 60's, so I guess that this is really research and not simply enjoyment reading.
I am feeling well overall. Tonight I hurt in all of my joints, and now that I think of it, all of my muscles, too. Hmm. I assume that it was something in the radioactive cocktail that didn't agree with me. I really don't have any right to complain. When I read what JoAnn's Jerry and others are going through, I'm just a whiner. Tired but can't sleep, inquisitive and can't think, hungry but can't eat, full agenda that I can't keep, financial obligations that I can barely meet (come on credit - keep those rates low and availability high). But it's all just minor stuff, not the life-threatening, soul-draining symptoms that others face either as a patient or caregiver.
I hope that you don't get this until tomorrow because you're asleep. I know that you're hurting from the loss of your husband, but otherwise how are you doing? I know that it is easy for me to assume that you are strong and doing well and a moderator, forgetting that in that role, you're not granted superpowers (I don't think you are, but if so let me know - I smell a movie deal)
It's 12:53 here and I'll be up for some time yet.
Be well, John
I have to get up the creek! Now where's that paddle?