SahKonteic's Journal

So I've finally been sleeping in my own bed again.  I was for a while after the surgery, but found that I was so restless I was disturbing my Dear Husband's sleep.

I'm starting to feel like my sleeping is somewhat like roasting a pig.  Equal time in the three positions that I'm allowed; or else I get too hot or too cold. It is really complicated not being a stomach sleeper and now being forced to be one.  It takes me 20 minutes to adjust the two pillows under me so that I am comfortable.  If I want to sleep on my stomach - which I do - I have to start there at the beginning of the night  

 I then wake up in the middle of the night,  put on my "special shirt," rearrange the pillows,  and unhappily clamber back into bed to sleep on my left side; thus saving my right side for last, and am able to wake up happy.  Or so I thought...

Back in August, after the first surgery, I bought this shirt thingy to help me.  It has a cylindrical pillow in it, the pillow is the width of my back and the ends are about 8" circles.  It really works.  It is supposed to be for people who snore, but it surely serves my purposes of keeping me off my back.  (and thus, the bubble off the cornea of my eye.)  No way can I roll over with this on. 

I decided I'd had enough  of undressing and putting this special shirt on in the middle of the night, so last night I put it on BEFORE I climbed into bed to sleep on my stomach. Pretty soon I could feel the waves of heat begin to rise.  Never mind that the windows were wide open, it was 60 degrees outside AND the fan was on at my feet!  Being the person that I am, I tried to ignore the sweat on the back of my neck and on my palms.  As I laid there, watching the minutes roll over on the clock, I kept thinking that this was simply one of those "mind over matter" things.  I could do this.  I could handle the fact that my toes were froze and my head was hot.  I readjusted the blanket so that my feet and legs were now covered.  Suddenly it was like the heat source moved south and my forehead went cold!  My stomach groaned an objection and nausea kicked in.  I literally rolled off the bed, onto the floor where I sat fanning myself for a good 15 minutes.

I had learned yet another lesson in life.  If  you're going to sleep on pillows, don't put one on TOP of you too!  The pillows I had been laying on reflected a lot of my body heat back up to me, and normall, without a blanket, it's quite comfortable.  But when I put the shirt with the pillow in it on,  that pillow held a lot of body heat in, instead of just letting it rise.  It was like being a pig on a spit - heat everywhere.  

so...from now on I will just plan to get up in the night, put my silly "pillow shirt" on, rearrange myself, and go with the flow instead of trying to cut corners.  One time of being a roasted pig is enough!  - OINK!