I think most of us can agree that a pill in time may just give you nine. Here are a few other strategies I used to catch some zzzzzs.
Even though I was tired and almost napped several times, I managed to stay conscious all day. I took the flannel sheets off my bed and replaced them with regular cotton ones so that being too warm would not be an issue. I kept myself moderately busy during the afternoon and evening but not crazily so. I almost blew it by going to a restaurant with the boys and eating a too-rich meal. I figured that would have me up all night dreaming of butter and cream. But I had other tricks up my sleeve, actually nestled in their containers waiting to do their magic.
I managed to watch the entire episode of NCIS, dangerously from the couch. At 9 pm I went up to my room and took a 10 mg ambien and went straight to bed, no reading like I usually do. Within 15 minutes I was gone. When Turbo started snoring I took no chances. I took a 1 mg ativan to put me under again and went off to sleep in Mariel's room. I didn't wake up until the alarm went off at 6:15. That's nine hours of sleep.
With two cups of coffee under my belt I feel ready to go. There will be no excuse for not jogging today. The weather will be fine and I won't be tired.
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Adirondack Mountains, Feb. 2007
Tale of a Cord Blood Transplantee Who Relapses and Goes on to Have a Matched Unrelated-Donor Transplant
The Weight
Adirondack Mountains, Feb. 2007
ABOUT ME
In March 2006, I was diagnosed with a blood cancer called Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (AML). Life as I knew it came to a crashing halt. After enduring a month in the hospital where I received intense chemotherapy, I was declared "in remission." I had three additional treatments and remained cancer-free until May 2007, when I relapsed.
My only shot at survival was to have a stem cell transplant. However, my brothers' immune markers didn't match mine, and an international search of bone marrow registries found no perfect matches. A transplant using the blood from two umbilical cords was recommended. I grasped at this straw in September 2007. It seemed to work.
This blog tells the story of my transplant and recovery, replete with outrageous slings and arrows. The expression "blood is thicker than water" has new meaning for me. I remained alive due to the blood of strangers, two of them, both male. Thanks guys.
The plot thickened when I relapsed 19 months into my new remission and had to go through the same rigamarole once more. This time, I received stem cells from a matched adult donor who was identified last go round but didn't fit into the necessary time frame. Charles Dickens could have fun with this, the stuff of pulp fiction.
I remain in remission 4 years later. My donor keeps leukemic cells in check but finds interesting ways to attack my body. Chronic graft versus host disease keeps me firmly entrenched in the medical world. And so it goes.
My only shot at survival was to have a stem cell transplant. However, my brothers' immune markers didn't match mine, and an international search of bone marrow registries found no perfect matches. A transplant using the blood from two umbilical cords was recommended. I grasped at this straw in September 2007. It seemed to work.
This blog tells the story of my transplant and recovery, replete with outrageous slings and arrows. The expression "blood is thicker than water" has new meaning for me. I remained alive due to the blood of strangers, two of them, both male. Thanks guys.
The plot thickened when I relapsed 19 months into my new remission and had to go through the same rigamarole once more. This time, I received stem cells from a matched adult donor who was identified last go round but didn't fit into the necessary time frame. Charles Dickens could have fun with this, the stuff of pulp fiction.
I remain in remission 4 years later. My donor keeps leukemic cells in check but finds interesting ways to attack my body. Chronic graft versus host disease keeps me firmly entrenched in the medical world. And so it goes.
3 comments:
Maybe Turbo could use a pill..or three...do they make snore nose strips for bouviers?
Yea! Try to do the same tonight, minus the snoring!
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