Serious. Sleep. Issues.
We'll call them SSI for short.
I don't think poor Chrisanna got a full nights sleep the whole time we were there. Almost every night in my SSI stupor I would do one of the following:
--wake up laughing really loud
--talk in my sleep really loud
--get up out of bed and push the curtains in our room back like I was trying to see something or escape. I don't know which one. Mind you we were on the 10th floor and there were no screens or bars on the windows.
We had many a laugh about my SSI, which by the way, I have never had issues with before. My last episode happened two nights before we left. Chrisanna said I got out of bed and went over to the curtains. I was in a corner where the curtains meet the wall and she said I was trying to push them out of the way. She was laughing and asked me what I was doing. That must have woke me up because I remember standing there trying to act like I knew exactly what I was doing. I finally said "I have no idea" and started walking back to the bed. I don't know if the room was really dark or if I had my eyes closed but I remember not being able to see anything. I got to the bed and remember hitting the edge of it and falling on the floor. I hit my elbow and by that time we were both laughing hysterically. I mean how lame must I have looked. It's the middle of the night and I am on the floor of our hotel room. We then proceeded to laugh for I don't know how long and even the next night when we were writing in our journals we couldn't contain ourselves.
Fast forward a few weeks and I am in bed when I hear Rob say "what are you doing?". I wake up and I am at the end of our bed. I didn't want to look like a fool so I said "going to get a drink". Yeah. I always crawl to the end of the bed when I need a drink. Sadly my SSI had returned.
Rewind to last night and I give you this rather unflattering picture but it's one that you must see.
I woke up last night and Rob sounded like he was in a panic. He kept asking me if I was OK and he was grabbing at me. I finally realize that I am standing up in or kneeling in bed and I am grabbing at the wall.
As you can see, and I am sorry to subject you to this kind of poor house keeping(don't judge me!) the dust on the mirror shows where I was clawing at it. Also if you'll notice there is supposed to be a plant between the frames too. Where is it? I knocked it off in all the commotion. Probably onto my poor sleeping husband.
When Rob finally let me go and made sure that I was indeed OK I said that my chin hurt. I don't know if I hit that shelf or my headboard but I hit something. I didn't want to turn on the light and look at it so I figured I would wait till the morning. The first picture didn't do it justice so I took another.
There is a scab and a bruise on my chin!
What was I doing?!
**I finally figured out how I got the bruise. I kept trying to think of how I could've hit something so hard that it would leave a mark like that. When Rob got home we were talking about my 'episode' and I asked him what I was doing. He said that when he woke up out of a sound sleep I was climbing the wall and he thought that someone was in the room trying to grab me so he grabbed my legs and pulled me down onto him. So in reality the bruise came from Rob :o) HA!