My view for 48 hours
And so it came to pass that, discomfited by a bad night's sleep, my sciatic nerve kicked me into touch and broke my resistance.
Incapable of moving without squealing (no change there), I moved to bed. 48-hours of immobility and pain have taught me humility; the importance of a proper pillow; the number of little specks on the ceiling (more than you might think); and just how much I hate the fan over the bed. I mean, what happens if it falls?