Misery

Last night was completely miserable. I think the narcotics are finally wearing off. They shouldn't last that long, but I don't think I have a better explanation for my bad memory yesterday and the absence of pain until last night.

I went to bed with a headache and it just got worse during the night. I woke up multiple times hardly able to breathe and a perfectly dry mouth. It was so awful.

But thank goodness the night is over and it's now more funny than miserable. When I wake up in the middle of the night like that I get so dramatic and emotional. Last night, every time I woke up, I just kept thinking to myself-I need a husband to come make me feel better. Or just to hold my hand. Or get me some water. Or maybe just cuddle with me.

And I was totally serious.

I think once I'm married I'm going to have a big, painful dose of reality when my husband doesn't stay up with me all night when I'm sick :)