Happy Night

OMG, what a difference a good bout of sleep makes!

I have not been sleeping very well, despite my wedge pillow and despite being exhausted. I went upstairs last night at 11:30pm. My DH was at the casino; as I’m now thoroughly mobile and mostly off of the vicoprofen, I gave him the night off. (He brought me groceries on his lunch break so that I could eat. Of all the things I thought to do before I went in for surgery, grocery shopping was not one of them.) I started arranging the pillows and experimenting to find a good position that might let me sleep better. You see, the problem is that I’m a side and stomach sleeper, and I can’t sleep on my side or stomach right now because it hurts. I end up sleeping on my back restlessly and unhappily. Well, I pulled off all the pillows and just put myself on the wedge pillow, and that seemed good…but then my arms were not comfortable (as they hang off of the wedge pillow), so I bolstered them with pillows, and that seemed good. Keep in mind that each of these experiments required me getting up out of bed, re-arranging, getting back in bed…so every time I got it wrong, I had to move around and it hurt…mostly because I’m impatient and not willing to go as slow as would be needed to avoid hurting. While I’ve figured out a good fast way to get up from the couch (with the assistance of the TV tray rack), I have not found a good way to get out of our elevated bed, short of the slither method previously discussed.

After making my good pillow arrangement, I curled up in bed and eventually dozed off. For some reason, Sarah Palin was haunting me while I tried to sleep. Bitch. šŸ™‚ But I did eventually sleep…until about 3am. I woke up at 3am and my back and neck were drenched in sweat. I guess the wedge pillow by itself is either overinsulating or is not absorbent or something, as the room was very cool. That felt gross, so I had to get up. I didn’t want to go back to sleep on the wet wedge pillow, so I started trying to find other ways to sleep. I tried just laying flat on my back, but that hurt. I tried both sides (again), but that hurt. Finally, I decided to give up and go downstairs, as I know that I can sleep somewhat comfortably on my back on the couch (with my head propped on a pillow on the couch arm). I’d be sleeping on the couch all the time, but the separation between the chair parts makes my back hurt after awhile.

I took some vicoprofen, deciding being painfree was needed at this point more than being off of it. I got two blankets, one to put under me and the comfy blanket to put over me. I closed up all the window shades and set up two bed pillows on the couch in the right position. Somewhere around there, I realized that there were lights on that I had not left on, which meant Scott was probably home. Sure enough, I called down into the basement, and he answered. I guess one bonus of a restless night is that I get to see my dear husband. šŸ™‚ He came upstairs, as he was restless, and we briefly discussed the possibility of sex (something we often do to try to get to sleep, solo or duet), but there’s no way I could manage it without hurting right now. Instead, I laid down on the couch, and he sat at the other end and rubbed my feet and legs while he talked to me about political craziness (to get it off his mind). Eventually, he was settled down enough to go upstairs, and I was beginning to doze.

But, that’s not the best part. The best part is that just after he went upstairs, I was still having trouble getting comfortable, and I decided to try laying on my non-punctured side, facing the couch back. And voila! A comfortable sleeping position! The couch has a poofy pillowed part that I kind of embraced and leaned against, which put the requisite pressure on my belly to keep it from stretching and thus hurting. I put a couch pillow between my legs to help straighten my back out, and I was out like a light. I slept and drooled happily until about a half hour ago, albeit with a brief waking break when DH left for work, to kiss him goodbye and tell him about my dreams.

Dreaming was another thing I’d missed. I’d been so restless that I wasn’t dreaming, at least not that I could remember. These dreams were particularly interesting, too, but I’ll save that for a separate post. šŸ™‚ For now, just know that I’m feeling MUCH better this morning thanks to an almost full night of sleep. šŸ™‚

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