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Wakey wakey!! Next thing I remember is being in BIG FAT pain. When I'm delirious, kinda a cry-er. So I'm crying begging for pain meds. Ned is there trying to be sweet. In and out and finally they get the pain down. I can't get comfy (who can really in a single bed?) and Ned has to leave to be to work Wednesday morning. I've got my handy dandy druggie button so I can have my heavenly morphine whenever I want.

Have I ever mentioned nurses are the closest things to angels on earth? They gotta do the most awful things. They gotta clean up the worst stuff and yet they have always taken care of me like I'm their best friend. GOD BLESS NURSES!!!

I'm trying to sleep because can you say POOPED OUT! I don't know if I've ever been that tired in my life. A little weird. I'm guessing that's Mama's Morphine talking. Every time I get to sleep, alarms start going bezerko. The nurses rush in and they are shaking me waking me up. My heart is stopping and I'm not getting any oxygen. Can you say sleep apnea? I've had little clues that I may have had this before going into the hospital. Not reallly a good sleeper. I travel and set up camp all over the bed. I frequently kick Ned out ;P Actually he usually curls up in the fetal position and tries to keep SOME of the covers. I wake up again and again and again. Does Nichole ever tell the docs about this? Heck no! They keep asking me, do you have sleep apnea? Don't think so but probably.

Not getting any good sleep. Since Monday. Wonder why I'm tired? hmmmm