Woke up Tuesday night/Wednesday morning back in July at 2:30 a.m. and thought oh no, here we go again. Then I realized that I was awake because my back was killing me. Tossed and turned for 2 hours and finally succumbed and took a Tylenol 3.
On Wednesday I had my last official appointment with Dr. Bryce and he stopped the filming mid scene and called to the front desk for some Rhus Tox. Poison Ivy! He wanted me to ingest poison ivy for the inflammation! Go figure! Well, sure enough after a couple of days, the pain in my back eased dramatically as the inflammation went down (the inflammation was proven by a urine test showing that my free radicals were nuts) and with only 1 more T3 tab.
But now to my last appointment. I’ve been doing so well that Bryce took me off the Theanine, Fola Pro, Vinpo and Melatonin. Yay! I still have to do the “some pills on an empty stomach and some with food” but there were so many less pills.
So, Friday night (saw Bryce on Wednesday) everything was fine until Whammo…RLS episode. But here’s the thing – I took a T3 for the drive to the cottage (back was still sore), an antihistamine when I got to the cottage – black flies attacked as I got out of the car, and then sin of sins, had wine with dinner. Well guess what? My body was screaming “lie down you stupid woman!” As soon as I lay down and went to sleep, the twitchies stopped…go figure.
I think I had another minor event the following week, but it wasn’t memorable enough to remember it.
Then this Sunday happened. This week, went to bed Sunday night and 3:30 a.m. Monday, there I was…awake. Wide awake! Well, I thought, what’s one night. Not a big deal in the scheme of things. Until 4:45 a.m. when I had a terrible episode of RLS. Now that was after tossing and turning since 3:30. I tried everything. Breathing exercises, relaxation techniques…nothing worked. But, it was one night.
Or so I thought. Monday night I went to bed thinking, “well, tonight I’ll sleep after last night”. And I did…until 3 a.m. Then it was a repeat of the night before. I guess one of the good things about being a virtual assistant is that at least, if I have to after a bad night, I can take the day easy.
Gotta talk to Dr. B.