Feeling better. Respirationally at least. Reading a new book called The Boy Who Drew Monsters. Not the usual fare for me these days, but I thought it would do for a change of mental scenery. My sleep is way off, I have sleep apnea and a history of falling asleep anywhere/anytime. I have never laid in bed TRYING to fall asleep except when I was in my early twenties and had insomnia. I think it's the med change, my anxiety isn't being addressed properly, so the doctor upped it by fifty mg and still I'm failing to sleep well. Seventeen hours a day in bed and I'd like to at least pass a lot of it sleeping. I feel like I'm going to start writing again. I'd also like to paint, but I don't want to have to haul out all of my stuff.