But, like, sleep. I think I'm up to about 10 hours for the last week. I seem to be managing about 1 meal every 36 hours or so. And I last took my daily meds on a daily basis during my January trip to MA.
And I've stopped wearing my wrist splints, and my wrists are all pissed off at me about it. (And shoveling snow yesterday didn't help, either.)
And I'm spending way too much time at the office. (She says, from her office, at 10:15 on a Tuesday night.)
This is not so good. Bleah.