You know how sometimes you wake up after a full night’s sleep and feel like you didn’t sleep at all? It’s annoying, right? Well, the first day for me was annoying, but after a few weeks, it’s moved beyond that.
I had many ideas for posts today, and now I can’t think of any of them. All I can think about is how badly I want to sleep, all the while knowing how unlikely it is that I will feel rested in the morning.
I could go off the Plaquenil at any time, but I think it’s helping. So far, it’s worth it. But the crazy dreams are frustrating, disturbing, and exhausting. So when is it not worthwhile anymore? I think that’s a question that a lot of us ask ourselves often: when do the sides effects of the drugs become more palatable than the symptoms of the disease? Or vice versa. So far, it’s worth it. One day it might not be.
In the meantime, if I’m lucky, maybe I can go to sleep and forget about it for a few hours. That would be nice for a change.