Any day now
I called the sleep center the other day because I’ve still yet to hear about getting my machine. They referred me to the equipment company and, as I suspected, things are still caught up with the insurance company. Oh well. One part of me would rather not wear the contraption at all but more often the other, chronically exhausted and painful part of me, is getting impatient. Days like yesterday are making me impatient–I went to bed at 8:30 because I just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I woke this morning after Iz started calling for me over the monitor and I was still tired but had the additional pleasure of a headache and painful joints.
Any day now . . .
