On our first night in Chicago, my Sister woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me to get in the bed. I was apparently standing up next to the bed, but I was bent in half and my head was laying on a pillow! I don't remember doing that. Apparently, even past that moment, all I could manage was barely crawling in the bed, without covers (a Keebs no-no), to finish out the night. What happened to get me to that moment is STILL a mystery! The night before we left, I stayed at my Sister's house to make it easier to leave (her town is closer to Memphis than mine and I wanted to leave my car at my house). So I started the night before in a strange bed anyway, and I never sleep good away from home. For that matter, since I've slept on the couch for years anyway, I'm not really used to sleeping in a bed. We stayed up late chatting and watching TV, so I probably didn't get much sleep from the get-go, but I took my meds and slept as normal when they kicked in, ev...