Thursday, May 6, 2010
Take A Good Night's Sleep and Call Me in the Morning
I knew the couch was hurting my lower back. It took me a while every morning to work out the kinks as I moved around. But I also thought I was getting more sleep than I actually was.
Each day I felt worse and worse. And I actually looked worse and worse. I was still doing my hair and putting on makeup, but the end results were that I looked a little, as one person commented, rough.
Yesterday I was apparently a little more cranky than usual. Terry's been doing some better--still in pain and still needing help--but things are improving. He finally told me to go sleep in our own bed last night. I didn't want to at first, but he talked me into it. He had his cell phone, and he would call me on my phone if he needed anything.
So last night I settled down into my own bed. I fell asleep and slept soundly for eight hours. And my husband survived quite well without me. This morning for the first time I woke up without feeling drugged. There was no morning fog in my brain. I actually got something accomplished before I headed into work.
In short, I no longer look "rough".
I like this sleeping through the night thing. I may actually try it again sometime.