Yesterday evening, we had a nice little storm. I was glad it started before I crashed. I was in such a relaxed and wonderful mood, loving every second of it. After suffering so much for so long, if anyone deserves to be compensated, it's me.

But after getting my second and last shingles vaccine yesterday, I seem to have done a complete 180. I slept horribly and feel absolutely awful. As Jess said, why does everything good for us make us feel so miserable? I am absolutely chilled to the bone, and it's definitely not my medication getting absorbed. I feel a sense of malaise, have a low-grade fever, am exhausted, achy, and my arm feels like someone took a bat to it. I can't even lay on it. I either lay on my stomach or right side because if I lay on my back, I snore myself awake. Tom says he doesn't understand why my brain doesn't recognize that for what it is and just ignore it. I guess that's part of the sleep curse. Like I said, as soon as we move to a quieter place, I start snoring. Maybe a sleep specialist would be good to see, if only for that. I would really like to get a custom mouthguard made if my insurance will cover it. As for the N24 medication, no insurance company is going to pay for that—not at $1000 a pill.

Anyway, this is about all I can write at the moment since I need to go lie down. I've got the AC set to 79 and I'm bundled up in my winter robe, yet I'm still cold.

Just a couple of other things: The hygienist who cleaned my teeth said she stopped drinking red wine because it supposedly has a lot of sugar in it, and switched to adding vodka or rum to Crystal Light. Yet, I checked and there's not even two grams of sugar in a glass of Merlot, so I don't know what wine she's been drinking.

Sometimes I leave Tink in the closet to play alone if I have to step out to go to the bathroom or something. She mostly loves to burrow in a pile of old sheets. She’s so incredibly cute when I return. As soon as I open the door, she comes running up to me.