I hate nights. Bad things happen at night. This is when the boy gets most often ill and I am at my lowest ebb.
Last night was a classic. Couldn't sleep. The regular wheeze and puff of the oxygen machine disturbed my sleep. Lots of anxiety dreams. Only dozed from about 4.30am. First time for a while that he needed oxygen all night. Not clear why. He seems ok during the day. Maybe the chemo is having some effect.
This isn't helping my mood.
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