I usually sleep on my stomach and sometimes end up lying on top of my arm, consequently cutting off circulation for a few hours. Then I’ll wake up and realize that my arm’s asleep. I can’t move it and it won’t function at all. It’s an eerie feeling, like it’s a corpse arm that’s been attached to my body. It has no feeling, I can’t control it, it just kind of dangles uselessly. I have to start swinging my arm around and flexing my fingers in order to get the blood flowing again. Slowly but surely my arm starts to come back to life. But I’m always worried that one day I’ll oversleep and they’ll have to amputate it. Maybe that’s why I’m so anal about setting my alarm.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young