I slept off and on last night while tossing and turning in bed. Kurt woke me up (as he does every morning) to say goodbye to me around 6:15, and gave me more medicine. I woke up again two hours later (I've been waking up about every 2 hours) at 8 and was awake enough to NOT want my bed anymore but too tired to even think about staying awake. So I moved to the recliner in the living room. You know, the overstuffed, gigantic recliner that I inherited when I married my lovely husband (it was his gift to himself after he finished medical school). I literally slept another solid 3 hours in that chair. I was astounded. I woke up at 11:00 and first felt lazy, but then I felt really grateful for any amount of sleep. So yes, it's midday and I'm just now about to eat my Honeycomb. I still don't know if I can sleep the entire night in the chair (I seriously think I would miss Kurt...how clingy am I?), but I know I'll probably be spending more and more time there.
So thank you, "manly recliner", for finally giving me sleep.