Yesterday flew by. Then last night was the longest night in recorded history, followed by today, which seems like it will never end. Benadryl has turned on me. It is now the enemy, not to be trusted. Those $#&$%# mosquitoes from the other night left bites that are torturing me. I couldn’t sleep last night at all. I bought topical Benadryl – no relief. Before I went to bed, I let my feet soak in cool water in the tub. That felt GREAT, but I can’t exactly sleep there. I took one Benadryl pill around 7 or so, and then the second one around 9:30. I don’t know if this would have happened on just one, but two was a mistake. Rather than relieving some of the itching and knocking me unconscious, the itching felt worse than ever and I was WIRED. Wide awake, heart not exactly racing, but certainly not calm. I was restless, and my feet were burning. Within half an hour, I had my feet back in the tub, and not more than another half-hour after that, I moved to the couch so I wouldn’t keep John up all night with my constant tossing and turning. I tossed and turned on the couch all night instead, watching the clock, unable to sleep or relax. It was not fun.
I must have slept a little bit – I remember dreams about packing and getting rid of things. But I also know I looked at the clock some part of each hour at least twice. I bailed on running with Susan (which I regret now. I was awake – why not go?) and managed to nap some between 6 and 7. I got up and went to work anyway. I wasn’t sleepy. I’m still not nearly as tired as I ought to be, and I’m not looking forward to the collapse. I’m also not looking forward to trying to sleep tonight. It’s so much worse at night.
I’m seeing a doctor tomorrow (for something else), so if this isn’t better, I’ll be bringing it up. I just want the itching to stop. Amputation seems reasonable.