Not my usual mddle-of-the-night rant. Just a little growl because I feel so much better.
Ah, the "golden years". I was up FOUR times during the night to go to the bathroom. And that is GOOD night.
I had a "treatment" on my prostate last Monday and have been knocked out all week. If "treatment" makes you feel this bad, woe is he who has to do without it.
Anyway, here I am, on my way back to bed, and looking foreward to a couple more hours sleep
Morning: Eight hours sleep is not all it is cracked up t be. Had my eight, less bathroom time, and still wake up logey and disoriented.
It is going to be a good day, eventually..