Too Early to be Clever

It is nearly 6 AM. Here I am, hunkered down in bed with my laptop. I almost feel like some sort of dedicated professional writer.

Except for the fact that I’m not. I’ve been up for over an hour, but now out of dedication. I’ve been up because I can’t sleep. Ever since I started chemo again two weeks ago, my sleep schedule has been off. I wake up at 4 or 5 AM and roll around for an hour or two. I try sleeping in my recliner for an hour (if I’m lucky). Then I finally get up, eat, wander around the house, and perhaps fall asleep a little later in the morning. If I’m lucky.

Sleep was elusive the last time I had chemo, too, especially at first. I think it got better as time marched along, but I’m not sure if my body got used to it, of if I was simply getting so worn down from the treatment that sleep won out over restlessness.

I’m not quite sure why I am so restless. Part of it is emotional, sure. But I think that part of it is simply the drugs themselves.

Well, this program keeps locking up on me, so I think I’ll try to get this posted.