Tuesday, January 18
Work. Glimpses of joy.
Wednesday, January 19
Work, walks.
A sleepy session of Alexander technique.
The evening walk wanted to turn into a dance, and at times it almost did.
Thursday, January 20
I took some NyQuil before bed last night and have been sleeping every chance I get. It also seems to have reduced today’s rhinitis, but I’m not sure the trade-off is worth it.
Today, only glimpses of that remarkable joy, they may also be a victim of cold medicine. Janice wrote that the joy is a sign that dopamine is being released in the mid-brain which is a strong recovery symptom. That’s encouraging, as the joy is the realest and most inarguable thing that’s happened to me.
I think I’ve finished the rehearsal script for Soup.
Friday, January 21
This morning at about 03:30 I woke up coughing, then sneezing and blowing my nose. It was as if I’d ignored my snot quota during day and my body was catching up. It went on for a long time, and I was finally driven to take a half dose of NyQuil with predictable results for the day following.
And that most peculiar phenomenon; when I wake myself while asleep on my back, it is always followed by about 20 seconds of rigid legs and feet, and shaking (or rigid) arms. No idea how to categorize that, either, but it just happened four times as I was struggling to wake from a nap.
Otherwise, our roll to the Duomo this morning included frequent periods of sublime joy. By contrast, the walk on the sagrato was iffy because the pavement was slippery wet, and my body reacted like it was strewn with marbles.
Saturday, January 22
Lots of sleep. Some work. Walking was difficult this morning, but almost silent this evening. Many glimpses of joy.
Sunday, January 23
The past two nights I have slept seven hours straight without so much as getting up to pee, plus many hours napping during the day. My declaring sleep marathons a thing of the past was clearly premature. I have also gone the week without one incident of RLS that I can remember (knock on wood). Today I have intense pins and needles in my hands and forearms, that after a rather substantial break. And typing is better than usual.
The evening walk on the sagrato was easy, shuffle free and scattered with moments of profound joy. Roman told me of a time when an ice rink was installed on the north piazza for two or three weeks during winter. I hope they revive that, someday!
Comparatively speaking I feel rather well.
Monday, January 24
I slept too much yesterday, so last night there was nothing resembling sleep visited upon me until six. Roman let me sleep until 09:30 so I got a good top of the day nap, but it still meant that despite my feeling genuinely better in a broad way, walking the sagrato was nigh impossible. Interestingly, napping has also been impossible, but that’s probably a good thing.