Won a pair of LED work light bars in an instant on Amazon. Nothing too exciting. Really didn’t want to reactivate my Twitter account yet again, but it’s the only way to enter most of the Amazon sweeps because they force you to follow someone first, and it’s a way to share pics with non-Facebook friends. Photobucket is just way too damn slow. 

So I spent like half of yesterday feeling fatigued, and about two-thirds of it feeling dizzy. Today was my second date with the Flintstones infused with extra iron, and today I’ve felt better. It’s too soon to say returning to my kiddy vitamins is helping, though. I do, believe it or not, still have some good days where I don’t feel all that bad. If I can just go a week without such kick-ass fatigue and dizziness, then I’ll think that yes, I really shouldn’t have stopped taking them. 

Anxiety continues to be minimal compared to last January and earlier, but it’s borderline at times. I’ll have a flash of it where in that split second I’ll swear the butterflies are gonna fly up in my gut, but don’t quite make it. 

I slept as horribly as usual last night. The first two hours I kept waking up like crazy. Finally, I got up and took a lorazepam, which Tom thinks I should stop taking. He thinks that may be making it worse. I don’t think it is, but just in case he’s right, I’ll try to just deal with the constant waking up without resorting to anything. I still wake up with the lorazepam; just not as often, and I sleep sounder with it, too. Without it, I don’t sleep as deeply and I wake up more often. I don’t have anything scheduled in the immediate future, so sleep isn’t too critical right now. 

I did get a message from A’s office saying to keep my appointment with her on the first, and to go to the lab a week before seeing her, but in the nurse’s garbled message I swear she mentioned TSH testing, so I sent the doc a message online to confirm that this was for hormone/estrogen testing, and that I plan to discuss that with her as well as the possibilities of having a mild case of sleep apnea. 

I had a dream last night that gave me another story idea. It was like I was watching the dream through the eyes of this homeless woman. She broke into a vacant hotel room so she could take a shower and sleep in a real bed. The room had two beds. A few hours after she crashed, a gorgeous woman walked in and she begged her not to call the office after explaining that she was homeless and all that. She promised to stay out of the way and be as quiet as a mouse if she’d let her stay. 

The beautiful woman identified herself as an FBI agent and agreed not to say anything if the woman was willing to help her with the case she was working on, but I don’t know what that “case“ was.