My Problem with Partial Facial Paralysis /6

Day Six: Or, A Day in the Fields

Of course I meant folds. It’s November. Fields are frostbitten and we’re remembering those who have fallen. All I’ve done is fall asleep.

A Day in the Folds. Of my sheets.

Between naps, passings out, and visits from the Sandman this past week has been a dream. Today I slept.

The meds mess with my blood sugar. I’m diabetic. The meds shoot my blood sugar levels through the roof which makes me sleepy. And usually grumpy. Definitely slower moving. And tired.

So I slept. The doc said she saw signs of slight steps forward. Hoping for more tomorrow.