Or at least I do.

I have been tossing and turning staring at the walls and doing everything but sleep. My right arm is still hurting the ice did nothing for the pain. I Tiger Balmed the heck out of it, to the point where my eyes are watering from the smell. Sucked down a pain pill, I am close to taking yet another Ambian. But nothing, not a dam thing. I doubt I would feel more awake if I had consumed a pot of coffee at 11:11 pm.

If not for my fear of waking L, and the pain in my arm, I would put my Ikea side table together. Mostly I am just sitting back on the couch, with Byron asleep by my feet. I am surfing the web, listening to Fidget run around, and trying to figure out why I can't sleep.

Not exactly sure what I did to my arm this time. I either worked it to hard building stuff today, or I may have twisted it funny when I rolled over in bed. Either way, the pain is intense. Not as bad as the day I broke it, but then, I really can't compare the pain. I was so full of morphine I found everything funny, from the color of the walls, Baby Puke Yellow, to forcing someone to drive to the hospital on only a few hours sleep. I was hoping they could just cast the arm and let me go home. Instead they had to do surgery and placed hardware in my arm.

No I do not beep at metal detectors.

Just thinking of that day makes me shiver and get nauseous, I called several people, including members of my family before I got someone to come help me out.  I guess I can add that event to the list of reasons I hold people at arms length now. I use to think that your family and friends would drop everything and rush to your side in an emergency. That day was among one of the many that taught me I was so very wrong.

So should I try reading, or web surfing, Either way I have to be quiet so I don't wake up anyone else. I wonder if I am experiencing a weather change? Poor Byron, is by my side, and wants to sleep, but he knows I am bothered by something and he wants to help.

Byron, I can trust Byron.