Being Stefani

This weekend Tyler stopped by for a few before his brother's wedding reception. Aaron was over, too, and we were just sitting around chatting, and then the next thing I knew, I was waking up on the couch several hours later, and they were both gone. I'd fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation.
This surgery and the corresponding drugs make my sleeping habits drastly different. I can't stay asleep because my leg always hurts, but I can't stay awake because the drugs make me drowsy. During my first class last week I kept falling asleep, and I couldn't help it. (When I woke up and asked the guy next to me what was going on, it seemed that no one that had been conscious understood anything either, so I don't feel too bad about it.)
The point is, of course, that now I know how Stefani feels.