Friday was an awful day. I hadn't slept and was just ragged--I was so agitated I felt like I was jumping out of my skin. Between Marty, Julie, and Louise suggesting different medicines, I had adivan, haldol gel (which is rubbed onto my arm and absorbed through the skin), and morphine, and eventually I calmed down, but I knew how much I needed to sleep and just couldn't get there. But at least feeling calm was so much better than the agitation.
I was able to make it into the living room, which felt so good, and I kept hoping to just drift off, but it wasn't happening. I was able to eat another small portion of bean and barley soup, and after Marty got back from shopping for Rosh Hashanah goodies, I had two small pieces of apple babka (a plain cake with pieces of apple cooked into it). In the evening, Marty helped me back into bed, and I started dozing through the evening before falling to sleep for good and getting maybe about six solid hours, followed by a few more hours of dozing.
So when I woke up for good this morning I felt better than I have in quite awhile. I had a cup of tea and half of a chicken salad sandwich on whole wheat toast (not exactly breakfast food, but that's what I was craving), and it tasted wonderful. Now I'm back in the living room, feeling relaxed and marveling over how much stronger I am. I have no explanation for any of this, but I'm just taking each thing as it comes.
Yesterday (or was it Thursday?) I got a call from the NYAPRS conference so that I could hear Laura Prescott presenting my lifetime achievement award, and the cheers from the crowd. That felt so wonderful!