Woe is me

Have you ever tried to sleep in a lower-leg cast? Well I have, and it is not easy. You know how it takes a while to find that sweet spot where you can begin to peacefully drift to sleep? Well, not only do I have to find my own sweet spot, but I have to find one for it, too. It's like the cast is a person. A needy, annoying little person. No sooner do I find a comfy position, then it starts to whine: " Don't put me there, that hurts!" or " Don't you dare lay me this way or I will cut off your circulation!"  Once the cast and I are both happy, sleep comes. But only after a battle. Then, oh, then- comes the inevitable kick. I guess I kick around in my sleep sometimes. Which has never been a problem.....until now. Imagine a few pounds of fiberglass whacking solidly into the hard wall. I tell you, the impact rattles my teeth. It also makes me wake up in a blind panic, freaking out. That's how I woke up a moment ago. So, just thought I'd share my middle-of-the-night frustrations with the whole world. Only 3 more nights of this. If it were longer, I think I might go crazy. Like, for real.