Today more than any day so far I’ve been able to tell that my mental sharpness has dulled from lack of sleep. I can’t count how many strange mistakes in thinking I’ve made today. DH has sent me home for a couple of hours to try to decompress from whatever tension I might be feeling at Daddy’s house, but it just doesn’t seem to be enough to do any good. What I really need is a good night’s rest.
The really strange part is that I’m not in the least sleepy! I’m not hyper, either. I feel perfectly normal, until I do something really, really stupid, and then I wonder where did that come from. But I really know where it’s coming from. I just don’t know what to do about it.
I go to the Neurologist Tuesday, so I’ll try to last on the sleep the Ambien gives me until then.
Daddy was stronger this morning, and his own barber came over and cut his hair, which pleased him immensely. But he’s been sleeping in his chair literally all day today. So whatever happened yesterday morning has taken its toll on him again, evidently.
I continue to battle the digestive problems, trying to follow the new instructions from Dr. B today. No real change, yet, but it’s too soon to expect any difference, really.