quantity of sleep will never make up for lack of quality.
So apparently, I'm not safe from my own dumbassery even while asleep. Been waking up at odd hours lately, only to roll over and fall asleep again. Last night, I woke up at 3am with the intense urge to roll over to my other side for some reason, so I got on all fours and let myself fall this so-called other side.
Next thing I knew, I'd fallen off my bed and crashed my way to the floor, hitting everything I could possibly hit on the way down. Hit my head on the corner of the bedside table, toppled my fan and broke the blade -- good thing my foot didn't hit the blade, after it was uncovered, coz it was still spinning.
The banging brought my parents running over, which was the last thing they needed, really. They've been stressed about my dad, who's going very much blind rapidly. But haha, I must have looked like an idiot sitting on the floor, blinking in the dark, coz my dad gathered me into his arms and petted and hugged me like someone would a dog asking if I was okey. And I was like, "m'okey m'okey buh thirsty." /orz
And then they insisted I sleep in the extra (large) bed in their room and woke me up every hour in case I had a concussion and to put ice on my head and other things iddkkkkkkkkkkkk aaaaa my brother was on that bed and he kept on kicking me awake, too. So my mother and I did not have much sleep, which led to the entire house waking up an hour late. But my head has a bump, that's about it.
Next thing I knew, I'd fallen off my bed and crashed my way to the floor, hitting everything I could possibly hit on the way down. Hit my head on the corner of the bedside table, toppled my fan and broke the blade -- good thing my foot didn't hit the blade, after it was uncovered, coz it was still spinning.
The banging brought my parents running over, which was the last thing they needed, really. They've been stressed about my dad, who's going very much blind rapidly. But haha, I must have looked like an idiot sitting on the floor, blinking in the dark, coz my dad gathered me into his arms and petted and hugged me like someone would a dog asking if I was okey. And I was like, "m'okey m'okey buh thirsty." /orz
And then they insisted I sleep in the extra (large) bed in their room and woke me up every hour in case I had a concussion and to put ice on my head and other things iddkkkkkkkkkkkk aaaaa my brother was on that bed and he kept on kicking me awake, too. So my mother and I did not have much sleep, which led to the entire house waking up an hour late. But my head has a bump, that's about it.