I've taken the Ambien and am patiently waiting to fall asleep, fully expecting to not remember writing any of this in the morning. That stuff is scary. And really scary when I take it with some Benadryl and a Vicodin. But at least I don't wash it down with a whiskey...
Sleep eludes me anymore, without a pill. Unless it's non-threatening catnaps, in the middle of the day. Those are easy. The pressure of lying down to sleep 6-8 hours at night in the dark has gotten to be too much, without some help...
I'm not sure at what point I'm supposed to stand back up and do things on my own again. The crazy place floated around the idea of a year...
It's been a short seven months and I miss Moma terribly. I'll never get over the fact that she's not here anymore. I was blessed with a very close relationship with the perfect grandma for the first 38 years of my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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