Last night was the pits. I woke up at 4 am, felt like air conditioning. Usually I turn off the ceiling fan at this point, but I hadn't even turned it on because it wasn't hot when I went to bed. Couldn't close the windows (which aren't even
open much) because that would cause more pain. Couldn't wake hubby to do it because he had to be up for work. So I laid my winter bathrobe over the blanket, thinking that would do it. But no, never really went back to sleep, and my body is still giving me grief (and brain is MIA.) Guess it's time to break out the flannel jammies. It's not even cold yet.....I hate this stupid disorder!
Debbie