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The improvement over the past 12 months has not been so terrific that it's
worth raving about (small steps, small steps), but when I think about what I
felt like on New Year's 2003, I can see a vast improvement. I'm now, more
often than not, sleeping 5-6 hours a night instead of 2, and doing it without
sleeping pills (the Tramadol takes enough edge off the pain that I can sleep,
and my precious few Vicodin actually remove the pain entirely when I decide
it's bad enough to take one of those).
The dizzy spells are still there, but not as constant. They now go away
when I lie down, instead of needing to lie smack in the middle of the bed to
ensure I would not fall off if I passed out. Which also is no longer a daily
occurrence.
Am I ready to go back to work? No. But in early 2003, I would've told you
I was a lot closer to dying than to working, whereas now I'm seeing light at
the end of the tunnel and thinking that maybe, just maybe, I can defy the
odds and eventually go back to a desk job instead of something that can be done
in bed.
As the old-timers will recall, 2003 was the year that I was on the
experimental sleeping pills, and spent most of the year running a 101 fever, burning
off the virus. Getting my immune system back due to sleeping well was
definitely the turning point for me. Cajole, bully, threaten, sue, whatever you
need to do, to get something that puts you to sleep consistently.
worth raving about (small steps, small steps), but when I think about what I
felt like on New Year's 2003, I can see a vast improvement. I'm now, more
often than not, sleeping 5-6 hours a night instead of 2, and doing it without
sleeping pills (the Tramadol takes enough edge off the pain that I can sleep,
and my precious few Vicodin actually remove the pain entirely when I decide
it's bad enough to take one of those).
The dizzy spells are still there, but not as constant. They now go away
when I lie down, instead of needing to lie smack in the middle of the bed to
ensure I would not fall off if I passed out. Which also is no longer a daily
occurrence.
Am I ready to go back to work? No. But in early 2003, I would've told you
I was a lot closer to dying than to working, whereas now I'm seeing light at
the end of the tunnel and thinking that maybe, just maybe, I can defy the
odds and eventually go back to a desk job instead of something that can be done
in bed.
As the old-timers will recall, 2003 was the year that I was on the
experimental sleeping pills, and spent most of the year running a 101 fever, burning
off the virus. Getting my immune system back due to sleeping well was
definitely the turning point for me. Cajole, bully, threaten, sue, whatever you
need to do, to get something that puts you to sleep consistently.
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