Chapter 72 - The Fright of My Life

Last night, as usual, I staggered off to bed before she did. She was still watching plastic grass grow on the centre court. About 1am a disturbance partially wakened me from the middle of a dream, which can't be remembered although the disturbance "fitted into" the plot of the dream; I remember that. Then half wake, I was shocked from fuzziness by a scream suitable for a red-skin war cry from an old Hopalong Cassidy movie. Something like "Looly-oo-loo-lah" shouted into the darkness of our bedroom. "Are you OK?" I yelled in turn. "I've fallen out of bed" she replied. As I sat bolt upright I saw her in a normal position on her bed, covered by a sheet (warm humid night). "You're OK; you're still in bed!" I replied. "I must have been dreaming" she mumbled as we both returned to sleep; a wonder we ever did so.

This morning 6am meds, then showered & dressed herself a little after 7am. Only my bra hitching skills were needed. However, by 1pm she was falling asleep in her chair so she has taken herself off to bed; to be woken by tremors or me at 2pm for more meds.