late night ramblings

I’m up late about 4 weeks after my surgery.  It’s the medication.  I’m not supposed to take my sleep meds with my muscle relaxer or my pain meds.  They counter act each other.  So I’m up.  I made a good attempt to sleep.  I tried sleeping once and the itchy twichies got to me so despite the fact that my hubby is almost asleep he follows me to the bathroom, puts my shower chair in there and sits on a stool outside the shower while I soap up and rinse off.  Poor guy his Ambien has already taken over and he’s falling asleep on the stool outside of the shower.  So now I’m properly washed and rinsed, dressed in clean night clothes we head back to bed. 

We’ve been dancing with sleep for about half an hour, when Eddie’s legs and back start to give him fits.  He’s up wandering around, he’s awakened me.  I wait for a call for help or for Eddie to return.  Eddie returns and I try to give him a relaxing massage.  I make him roll over on his tummy and I rub the nerve routes that trigger his restless leg syndrome.  Eventually he wants me to rub to trigger points on his sore hip.  I finally hear some even breathing and think he’s asleep.  Nope.  He’s up and after a snack.  He brings an ice pack back with him for my knee. It’s my turn for the back rub.  He rubs until he’s lulled asleep and here I am awake. I surfed the net a little.  I looked for a document I created that has all my bathroom purchase wish lists on it.   And I write, part of me knows I’m not sleeping because the tummy trouble coming has triggered my awake pattern until it is gone.  I wait.  I’m torn.  I need to get back to writing my love stories but I don’t feel particularly loving lately so I have avoided them.  

Which side will win?