I hope you have read The Laundry Incident. Then you will appreciate that this next occurrence is only hours later.
I finally climbed in bed at 3:30am. I should have been peacefully at rest in this safest of places. A few hours later I awake. Although daylight is present, it is the middle of the night for me. I turn over and adjust the covers. I’m groggy, so I am not careful how I do this. I fling the bedspread to one side and the corner snaps back and hits my hand. Not again! This happens approximately three or four times a year. That isn’t often, but when it does it is hell.
As I explained in the above mentioned account, there is no way to sanitize a mattress, so the corners of the sheet and bedspread that touch the mattress are not clean. So what does this mean for me? It means a major interruption of my sleep. I have to get out of bed and wash up! The hand, which the corner of the bedspread manages to hit every time with uncanny precision, has to have rubbing alcohol and liquid soap poured over it at least five times before I can start my regular wash. But oops! I accidentally bump my other hand shortly into the process, so I have to switch to two-hand contaminated mode. Forget the liquid soap. I have to take my bar soap and gradually work my way up the outside of the alcohol bottle, grabbing a little higher each time I lather up. I am also lathering up higher on my arm each time till I am far above the elbow.
Eventually I am satisfied that I am clean again. I learned long ago to line the counter around the basin with washcloths to prevent splashing because that would undo all my hard work. And work it is! I’ve been out of bed a good twenty to twenty-five minutes. In all I lose about an hour of sleep.