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So last night I wake up in around 2am to discover that I’ve slept on my arm a little funny and now it’s “fallen asleep” as the saying goes.

I’ve done this before in the past from time to time, but this last night it was probably the worst it’s ever happened.  I woke up, realized what had happened and tried to roll over to let the blood flow again only to find that my arm was completely useless.  Totally dead.  I couldn’t move it nor feel it.  Wonderful, now I don’t know how many have tried to do this but if you’ve ever tried to roll over and not use one arm- no scratch that, an arm that is dead and hanging off you… it’s hard.  You basically can’t put any weight on that side of your body at all since you have no support at all over there and you’re pretty much just dragging this dead appendage around.  It sucks, but what even worse is when the feeling start to come back.

I buried my face in to my pillow as the feeling start to rush back to my arm.  I’m yelling and laughing all at the same time while trying not to wake my wife.  It seemed like forever but it started to dull down so I move some fingers and see if the worst has past.  Nope, pain and tingles run up all my fingers and over my hand as they come back to life from near death.

Oh man… it took for ever…  I hope I didn’t do any damage to my arm.  I need that arm to draw.

I’ll have to watch how I fall asleep tonight and make sure it doesn’t happen again.