Update

I've learned a few things I need to share with you.

#1. Take meds before bed, whether you think you need them or not.
Do I really have to explain this one?
#2. You need the use of your ankles to turn over in the bed.
Never thought much about it till now, but it's pretty much impossible to reposition yourself in bed without pushing off on your ankles or feet.
#3. Bring meds upstairs before bed (okay, have able bodied child bring them up), along with a snack, in case meds are needed in the night.

It's 4 something am. Couldn't stand it anymore, doesn't matter how I try to lay (pillow between knees & legs, on my side seems to work best). Still hurts. I still have to reposition, and when I do, PAIN. Turn, pain... reposition, pain... This is where I would finally jab DH and ask him ever so sweetly to get meds and snack. Can't jab DH, he's not home. Could call to dear daughter (who has been a wonderful help) and ask her, but her door is closed. This is also the teen that most often sleeps till noon (slept till 2pm the other day) and might be very difficult to wake up.

Gotta pee (never have to pee in the night by the way, not even when pregnant = ginormous bladder here folks!) takes a long time to get out of the bed and shuffle down the hall... hoping I make it... (I made it).

So here I am at my computer, complaining. Tired, but can't get comfortable to sleep. Need meds. No way I'm shuffling on my rear end down those stair (again), that's how I have to do it. Seems my ankles hurt MORE now (is that even possible?) than before I went to bed. Climbing up those stairs (14 I think?) to get back to bed seems impossible right now. Could just sleep on the couch downstairs, but what if Sophia calls to me in the night from a bad dream? Love our 2 story house, but I can see right now there are drawbacks.

Must wake the teen, I can see that. If I start waking her now, I should have meds by 7am. lol Maybe when I open her door the attack dogs precious puppies will jump to attention like they usually do barking up a storm (they really are wonderful protectors) and will help me to wake her. Nah... they'll hear me grunting and clicking down the hall on those crutches. I've found the best way is to do the 'elderly shuffle'. Can't really come down to land on either ankle, so I take the weight off and shuffle. Not a pretty sight. Don't even want to think about how I'm going to manage a shower in the morning (or maybe the afternoon if the meds kick in).

Okay... here I go... wish me luck...