ZZZZZ...ZZZZZZ...ZZZZZ

I slept! YES! For those of you who don't know (I wasn't trying to keep anything from anybody, I just got tired of having to tell the story..you just get tired of hearing your voice again and again...) and those of you who do know (which are the people I see every week and therefore they could see the growing dark circles under my eyes) I've been having problems sleeping since October '05. At first the doctor prescribed Rozerem, which did NOTHING. Then he gave me Ambien CR, which is supposed to be one of the best sleeping pills out there. At first, it worked, letting me sleep 4 hours straight, and then after being up for a 1/2 hour or so, I could go back to sleep for 2-3 hours. But sometime in February, it stopped working. I would sleep for an hour, two hours tops, then wake up for an hour, then sleep for another hour, wake for an hour, etc. Don't rag on me, cause Holly and my doc already did, but I even tried taking two, once three of them, and it still didn't work. Ambien would put me right to sleep (I could sense it coming on, when my clothes in my closet doubled, I knew I'd soon be alseep) but once awake, I would do things that I didn't always remember. After Holly called to see if I was alright one day, because I had sent her a strange email at 2:30 in the morning, full of goobly gock and that I had signed "Lid" I decided to stop taking the medicine.

Then my doc tried Lunesta. No workie. Still waking after an hour or so. So, Tuesday I talked to him on the phone (which will be another blog, I've got the best doc!) and he decided to up the "class" of controlled sleep aids, whatever that means. He gave me Restoril. And REST I did! I slept for four hours, woke, did the bathroom thang, and went RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP until morning. Last night, same thing! I'm already a new person! I have some energy back! I don't look so racoonish now! Whoo-hoo!

So, for those of you who were offering prayers for me, I thank you. We still need to eventually get me sleeping without any aid, but just the fact that I'm sleeping fills me with euphoria.

And, don your shiny red shoes, grab the scarecrow's arm (carefully, he's just made of straw you know) and sing with me: "I'mmmmmmm off to see the neurologist, the wonderful Dr. Turpin." My bloodwork came back fine, more than fine actually, so now it's up to Dr. Turpin to find out why I'm having the uncontrollable twitches. Again, for those who don't know, for the past few months, when I'm sitting or laying, basically at rest and not moving, my muscles/limbs will jerk every few minutes, out of my control. Once, we had friends over for dinner, and my leg kicked out and hit the table so hard one of the guests yelped in surprise. Yes, really, he yelped. It's gotten worse in the last couple weeks, even occuring a few times while driving, so I went again to the doc. He doesn't believe it has anything to do with the sleep problem. It's not painful, just annoying and embarrasing (if you saw me get up in the middle of church a couple weeks ago, that's why, I admit it's shallow but I was embarrassed at my shoulder jerking up and down..) I go the first week of June.

And, that's what's new with me. Brownies is over for the school year, we're probably gonna have Katie miss school tomorrow so we can all go to Six Flags, yeah yeah, one day won't kill her, and Brad had his third interview with Edward Jones last week....fingers crossed everyone!