Sleeping Beauty

One of the first questions doctors ask me is: how do you sleep?  Fine, I say. In fact, sleeping is the only thing I do quite well at the moment, thank you. With all the pill changes of late, the one thing that has been consistent is my ability, nay the need, to sleep any time.

In the past couple of weeks I have become a veritable sleeping beauty. I get tired easily and every time I get home, the first thing I do is crash on the bed and – yes, you've guessed – sleep. Yesterday I was in so much pain from the Exemestane, which I am back on every day again, that I had a bit of trouble with the sleep. But I have to admit that, even with that I must have slept through most of the afternoon and the night.

This morning I had my hair cut. Then, I had coffee with my friend Sue and did a very little grocery shopping, while the lads in the car wash resuscitated my Mitsubishi Mirage to its proper glory. I barely made it to the car, I was so exhausted and.... yes, crash time.

Two hours later, I am up and about. Almost bright eyed and bushy tailed. Well, not quite. My shoulder has just started complaining of pain. My brain wants a break and my garden says: hey girl, it's time to do some weeding.

OK, I'll heed the call. I wonder how long I'll have the energy to liberate the lemon tree from the encroaching grass.