My fatigue has been off the charts, and I’m feeling more hopeless than ever. Maybe when I see Rhonda in a few hours, I can get some answers, but I’m not holding my breath. I hate how much longer it takes to get things done the old-fashioned way. I miss Galileo so much, but first—good news—we got a humidifier yesterday. It might help a little, but I’ve only slept with it once, so it’s too early to tell. My sleep is still broken up as usual, though this time it was by minutes rather than hours. I’m still exhausted because I was awake for so long and didn’t even sleep for seven hours.

Anyway, I’ve been really wound up, and not because of any medication. I’m worried about how much longer it’s going to take to resolve my nose and sleep issues—if they can even be resolved. Something might be done about my nose, but I’m not sure about my energy levels. If I don’t get my energy back, my life will be pretty much over. Energy isn’t just important—it’s essential. Without it, you’re not really living. I can’t even clean my own fucking kitchen. Who knows when I’ll have enough energy to get it done? It’s going to be hard enough just to get up and walk into Rhonda’s office.