I haven't been getting any good sleep lately.
I know this is a common complaint of many Lyme sufferers. It's been explained to me as the lyme bacteria and co-infection parasites keeping the body in constant warrior mode and therefore never letting my poor body get enough deep sleep to properly recuperate.
I like to think of it as...hundreds of millions little bugs circulating throughout my body constantly poking me with a big stick so I'm unable to sleep. Not a pleasant picture, but it works for me.
My little critters are having a royal party and totaling taking advantage of my hospitality.
Those little fuckers.
Well, my doctor finally prescribed me something to literally knock me out.
Last night, I took one of the pills.
Fast forward to this morning.
"Honey, did we have sex last night?"
"Yes, babe we did."
"Whaaaaaaaaaat, are you fucking kidding me?"
"Was it good? Cause I don't remember a thing."
"You're joking, right?"
Apparently, I jumped my husband last night, ordered dvds and calendars from Barnes and Noble.com, and still got 10 hours of sleep.
And I don't remember a damn thing.
I can already hear my husband as he's shaking the pill bottle with a big cheesy grin,
"Here's your nightly pill, Honey, let me get you a glass of water."