I hate waking up unable to breath.
Mind you, the waking up part is okay - much rather wake up than not wake up (like in, evah) but still.
I used to think it'd be really nice to wake up in the morning and be able to see without putting on my glasses. Now, I'm more basic. I'd like to wake up and be able to get out of bed.
They're checking hubby's vains to see if there's one still left good enough to take a new line. They figure he got a line infection, and it has to be replaced. IIRC, there's a good one in his back. IIRC, then they better give him one long enough to reach from his back to his front, because I'm not that good at changing his bag. And where I'm sure he'd suck up the attention happily, I'm not sure if taking that control from him is a good idea. Then, too, we might not have a choice.