I don’t think I’ve had a solid eight hours sleep in nine years. Sleep, that elusive minx, has evaded my life since my spinal cord was torn. I did snag one eight-hour night of sleep last July, but that was because I had just received the first round of bladder Botox injections of my life. Crazy powerful stuff, Batman.
Anytime you try a drug the first time is when it works the best — we all know that. Me, the woman born with a cursed body that absorbs medicines and drugs in record time, finally had this blissful moment where I could just lie in bed, sleep soundly, and not be woken up once in eight hours from aut