I actually slept through the night, which I haven’t done since I took that fall and messed up my rotator cuff. Even though it doesn’t bother me much during the day it still keeps me awake at night – but not last night. Eight thirty to five thirty, without even the traditional 2 AM call to sit up and piss in a bottle. (There was a foul-up at the factory, and I was issued a 62-year-old prostate. But by now I can do that without even remembering later than I have, if that’s all that woke me.)
Wow, that felt good. It’s been so long I’d almost grown to dread bedtime, because the overnight could seem so long. Sleep two hours, sit up grumbling to let the pain drain away, lay back down and try to go back to sleep… Couple of weeks ago I finally worked out a pillow-based sort of nest for my head and shoulders that was less impossibly uncomfortable than all the other things I tried, but still last night was the first all-the-way-through sleep I’ve had in months. Nice.