I feel the need to note that lucky number seven is not a real thing.
I’m still sleeping most of the time or feeling like the walking dead. Well. Feeling like the drunk walking dead is probably more accurate as my weakness in my legs continues as does my bobbing and weaving while walking.
The doctor is trying to get me approved to take Provigil (the approval I am waiting on). Some say it’s like a new lease on life. Some say it did nothing for them. I’m trying not to get my hopes up and failing. My hopes are definitely up. A new lease on life would be welcome about now.
So that’s all the rest of the news that’s fit to share. For now cause momma’s tired and heading to slumber land to bag a solid 12.
One. More. Hot. Day.