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(Today I’d asked her if she come up with any insights on her own as to why she was still sleeping so much in her chair, even after being home from the hospital for six months. The steadily increased thyroid medication hasn’t seemed to influence the dozing at all, though we’d expected that it would in the beginning. Jane said the question had scared her, because she’d been wondering the same thing. I was afraid resistance was still involved.
(However, her knees appear to be swinging back and forth even better, which is an excellent sign, and she can still sleep lying on her left side. Her decubiti continue to worsen, though, and I wonder what the limits are here. A new spot is opening up on her lower back, and I can tell that it’s caused by pressure against a pelvic ridge —and, ironically, I think, it could have gotten its start because she exerts new pressure on that spot from lying on her side.... Today I went back to applying peanut oil massage to her knees and wrists and knuckles. We haven’t used the vitamins, or cod liver oil, for several days now, and as usual I feel a sense of frustration over this, coupled with an unsureness as to whether any such routine should be too rigidly adhered to. But I regret seeing what may be chances of help being passed by, and these feelings are, I’m afraid, based on our lack of specific knowledge.
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(“When I get comfortable in my chair, then I start drifting,” Jane said as I worked on these notes. “I go to sleep....” And she did it again. She woke up confused: “Didn’t I have a cigarette going? I thought I did....” She’d gone through the same reaction re smoking earlier in the evening. Finally I did read the session to her. “I’m sitting here feeling funny in the funniest fashion,” she said, “without being able to explain what I mean.” We had snacks of toast and milk and headed for bed shortly after 10 PM.
(She had been quite restless last night. I’d put her on the commode twice, just as I’d done the night before. Our sleep patterns have been quite chaotic, although we seem to be getting along okay. I suppose the evening situation accounts in part for her sleeping during the day, but I also think more is involved.
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