I actually managed not to cry on the phone with the nurse, but I cried when I told Mike. The cool thing is that there's a good chance that Dr. Dan will approve extending my disability so I can actually not fall into a coma of exhaustion. I've got an appointment with him on Wednesday. And actually last night, I managed to go for 3 whole hours without needing a treatment. I was doing treatments about every hour on the hour all day long.

My morning sugar has eeked up a little, and I increased my morning insulin a unit to help cope with a full day of 'roids. My lungs are not quite as activated, but they are still full of crud. I'm coughing and sore and exhausted.

I am so high on drugs right now that I can't sleep. I slept Sunday night, so was thinking, Hey, I can sleep...I'm pregnant. All the speed is too much for me though, and I'm exhausted, and I'm not able to sleep. I told Pauline I'd take her to Woodland for one of her appointments, so I'll have to wear an allergy mask to drive her and I think I'll just snooze in the truck while she's there. She had all these aspirations that I'd drive her all over God's creation, but I can't. I'm just completely wiped out.

I put on a mask last night and walked, I mean wheezed, out to the mailbox and then had to come in and have a treatment. Mike was pretty irritated with me and said,"Next time, let me do that, please!"

I woke up about 4 times in the night unable to breathe. I was thinking what I wouldn't do for a big fat steroid injection right now, rather than waiting for the prednisone to kick in. Then I was alternating back to panicking about Genevieve.