And it wasn't even an argument - more of an "I'm disappointed in you - you gave in too soon!" kind of thing. I felt like I'd been scolded for doing something that comes to me naturally now - wander the house, research, sketch or draw, if I cannot sleep - in other words, keep myself quietly busy so I don't lose my mind.
husband & I have spent a great deal of time & effort making our bedroom somewhere I can sleep again. We found a device that essentially turns my side of the bed into a recliner of sorts.
husband went out & bought a small television with cable hook up so I could rest in our bedroom during the day instead of in the midst of the living room. I appreciated the thought that went into this & the luxury of privacy.
Tonight sleep was not going to happen. Just wasn't. So I got up & husband followed ranting & raving about all that has gone into the bedroom & yet I'm up roaming the house again. (I could be pacing the bedroom)
When husband is well rested (& reasonable) he knows that with the prednisone 
on board, all the lunesta & methadone in the world will not allow me to sleep & the next day will be a loss.
Thanks for letting me rant - it's been a long week. Even though I have PT scheduled for later this morning I'll be rescheduling; given the lack of sleep I choose not to drive today. 
kt leaves for respites at 3 pm & maybe husband can just talk; or maybe ha can't. He just has the look of a deer caught in headlights again - makes me edgy.
