Take a nap, he always says. And gets annoyed at me for being tired when I don't.
So, I've been giving his way a chance.
For a couple of days it went well; fuelled, no doubt, by a nagging fear that if I'm too wasted going into surgery I just might not wake up when they're done.
But yesterday the whole napping thing started to fall apart.
I laid my body down, but I couldn't turn my brain off, and got up having rested my eyes but not having slept.
This afternoon it was the garage phone continually ringing on the other side of bedroom wall. Randall has since said it was someone trying to send a fax... All I know is that it was frustrating and I got up after the third failed attempt at sleep.
Ah, well. That's life.
What can you do?
Keep plugging away and try to not be too grumpy about it, I guess.