Restless doesn’t even come close to describing it.  Every cell in my body feels on fire.

What can I do?  I toss.  I turn.  I want to rip my skin off.

Are my levels up?  Are my levels down?

I’m itchy.

More needles today.  More needles tomorrow.

More head shaking.  More questions.

One foot in front of the other.  Face on.

It’s Monday.