Sleep is for the weak. At least, that's why my GI thought last night. I skipped Lorazepam because I was already quite tired, and would like to taper off. Did okay at first, then yesterday's dinner began seeking repatriation with the outside world. Not via reverse peristalsis, thank the Lords of Porcelain, but I spent a good two hours awake and sitting up, in several tranches, instead of sleeping like a normal person, and quite a bit of the rest of the night listening to the borborygmic symphony emitting from my lower torso.
Ah, well. Even in ordinary health, I blow my sleep about one night out of every eight or ten. But I do feel lousy this morning.