I’d like to be sleeping. The dogs shoved out through the screen door at 1:30, knocking over the grate that’s supposed to keep them from doing that. John came to see if I wanted to go to the toilet then. I’ve been worried about walking without the brace on my foot and can’t put it on myself. Except I was really groggy and not coordinated and opted not to go.
So I spent the next two hours waking up thinking that I should have gone / needed to / didn’t have help to walk, and so on. At 3:30 I decided just to go on my own. And I walked pretty well until the last couple steps when I had to find a way to shove my right foot into a position where it couldn’t roll.
So much fo my independence.
So I called for John, quietly, trying to avoid an emergency adrenalin wake up. He suggested we put the brace and my shoes on to get back to bed. Made sense — I hadn’t thought of it.
So now I’m back to bed. I hope John’s back to sleep. After this I’ll write some more in another place, see if my phone will give me current news, and if I still can’t sleep start reading blogs from the phone. Insomnea from frustration. This is what my cancer treatment has done. The net result of what cancerhas done.
