It’s 4 am. My stomach is roiling. But my eyelids are heavy, and all I want to do is go back to sleep. For thirty minutes, my stomach and Team Sleep (brain and eyelids) war.

Get up.

No way.

Get up.

I don’t wanna. Why don’t you settle down so we can get back to sleep?

I tried. I can’t. You have to get up.

And so on… until I found myself kneeling on the bathroom floor at 4:30 am. Stomach 1, Sleep 0.

So I’m finishing up my chicken noodle soup lunch, and heading back to bed to give Team Sleep another chance…