I wasn't tired at 10 p.m. I needed some stimulation. I was sick and tired of lying in bed all day. I needed a long walk. They took me for a much-needed walk in the loop around the hallway. Because it was late at night, I walked without my toga. Except for my diaper, my shoulder sling, and my hospital socks, I was stark naked. We didn't run into anyone except hospital personnel. I wasn't tired when we got back to my room. They set me up in a chair with the bed table, and I typed my notes for the updates. I typed away happily for a while. Then my shoulder started hurting. I asked for more painkillers.
Surgery was scheduled for the morning. I wanted to get movement in. I had to insist someone walk me. I knew I would be flat on my back for at least the next twenty-four hours. Jonathan, who is gentle and caring despite being on the spectrum, accompanied me for a round of the hallway.
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