We spent time at Karen's doctor's office today. They've scheduled a CT scan to find out why her head still feels like it's going to explode. They ordered some of the medicine that Blue Cross doesn't pay for, so we also spent a small fortune down the hall at the pharmacy. I went back there later to pick up another prescription, but, alas, I couldn't; that prescription for breakthrough pain was being filled too soon. Apparently pain can only break through so often in Blue Cross's world.
So, no sleep last night, and based on mean time between moans of agony (no time at all), no time spent sleeping tonight either.