Things suddenly are improving. Today, I went without pain pills all day. Then we had to go shopping tonight and despite that I was in a wheelie cart, I really felt pretty wracked when I got home. I took two pills. Then, woke up and took another one. I'm sitting here now at this hour, because I'm still hurting and just can't sleep because it hurts like hell and my calf is spasming.

I didn't sleep well last night either. I slept a long time, but no dreams -- so no REM and no real rest. My cpap needs adjustment bad. I've got an appointment with the pulmonologist for about 7 hours from now, but that's just to get permission to get a sleep study. If I can tolerate sleeping on my side instead of my back, I do better with the machine, but right now, my sore knee makes that difficult at times. I can do it for 1-2 hour spits, but then I need to get on my back and stick a pillow under my knee, and then my mask leaks and I tend to snore through it because I'm on my back and I need more pressure for the cpap. *sigh*

I spoke to LaDawn today about keeping Genny home with me a few mornings a week. I really enjoyed having her so much last week, that I want to do that again. We're also broke. I like kids at this age and I really like her. She's a sweet kind person and I like that we can hang out. I like that we can read together. I'd like to buy her a kiddie sewing machine and teach her to sew. I wouldn't even mind doing something like making shorts together -- they'd be simple and she'd see the result quickly and she could basically put together clothes for herself for summer. And my dear buttless child, could actually have stuff that didn't present plumber butt, when she bends over.

I think that third percocet finally kicked in a bit. I'm going to try sleeping again.