I went to the doctor yesterday. I'm still not sleeping well. Twenty to forty-minute increments, three times a day, isn't enough sleep for anyone. Then, on top of that, I broke out in a rash last week. Photosensitivity. I don't really want to talk about it.
I will be going in for a sleep study soon. The rash may be a sign of an auto-immune disorder and the condition we suspect is now considered an auto-immune disease. Treating it might help the photosensitivity. I'm not hopeful about treatment.
That's all I'm going to say about it, for now.
And none of this health crap is helped by the recent losses of my fur-babies, Preshy Prescillious and Princess Nettie-bet. I'm depressed as hell.
That's where I'm at right now. I'm trying to figure out a way of coping without giving up more stuff that I enjoy (hiking, riding an outdoor bicycle, huge gardens. I miss these things). But I'm not optimistic.
I have been reading again. Not much, but a little, and I plan to resume my exercise routine next week (exercise/sweating makes the rash itch worse). I do the majority of my bulk-reading on my exercise bike and I was prescribed some medicine to help me sleep. It's not a permanent fix but maybe my head will work better with a little sleep and the exercise will help with the depression. So. I hope reviews will be back soon, maybe next week or the week after. Thanks for being patient with me.