The other night, I awoke to find something strange in my bed.
I was still pretty groggy and it was dark.
I couldn’t tell what it was but it freaked me out.
I tried shoving it out the bed but it kept coming back. This freaked me out even more.
This wasn’t my most butch moment. I was gibbering and screaming and started freaking out Pam and the dogs.
I soon woke up more and realized that what I was fighting with was my left arm.
I’d slept on it and it was numb, cold and useless.
When I touched it, I couldn’t feel it.
When I’d tried to shove it out of the bed, it came back because it was attached to me.
I slowly calmed down and when I could talk, I explained this to Pam.
A few minutes later, I was sleeping like a baby.
Pam couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night.