3:45 continued

Well, I did fall right to sleep.  Was just totally exhausted, but "you know who" came back to play some more at 5:47.  Jumped up and hit the oxygen.  10 minutes later the oxygen killed the attack.  Was pretty much up for the day after that.  A whole, what, hour and 15 minutes of sleep?  Got the wife and kids up and off for the day.  Got the house cleaned up between hits and fixed a big pot of ham and beans and two batches of corn bread - one regular and one jalepeno.  Jane's parents came over as did Sahara.  We were having a fine old time visiting and playing with Sahara until I got hit again.  Jane made my excuses while I hurried from the room holding my eye and ran into the door facing on the way to the oxygen tank.  After about 10 minutes of sucking O2, I returned to the living room.  Sahara had gone to her room to play.  After a few minutes of her being too quiet, Jane went and checked on her.  Poor little thing had crawled up in her bed and fell asleep.  So cute.  At the start of one of my attacks, she said, "Pawpaw's head hurts" and crawled up in my lap and kissed my right eye and said, "All better, Pawpaw."  "Yeah," I told her. "Sahara kissed it and made it better."  Then went for the oxygen tank again.  Geez, I hate this.  Another one of those days when there were too many hits and not enough sleep.  Sometimes I feel like all I am is a walking headache.