Last night was rough. I woke up at 1:53, we had "scheduled" my meds wake up for 2, so I hobbled to the bathroom and got back in bed to wait on my hubs to come down. I needed him to get the second bottle of meds, plus I needed him to put the DVT pumpers on. 2:00...2;05...2:10...where is he? I texted. Nothing. I called. Nothing. Clearly he didn't put his phone on his nightstand. I didn't want to yell and wake up the kids. I wasn't walking upstairs. I eventually threw a shoe upstairs and the second try, woke him up.
Finally got everything settled, and dozed off, only to wake up at 3:30 having a really bad GI attack. It seems like 2 percosets is the sweet spot for nighttime sleep and pain control, but it really aggravates my reflux. So I was up for an hour popping tums, drinking water, eating GF crackers, I got up and got a banana...finally it settled. My attacks are always on an empty stomach, and feel like a knife is going through my sternum. Being GF has help tremendously, but these pain meds have made them more frequent.
So yeah...not the knee keeping me up. But a negligent "night nurse" and my dumb gut. Sending the hubs and kids off to see Despicable Me 3 this morning, so hopefully I can nap.