The floor gave me a black eye.
I woke up from a drunken stupor at a house party in the freezing cold to pouring rain in a truckbed full of cinder blocks with a hangover in my youth, needless to say my back didn’t feel too swell after that one.:smack:
Woken from a deep sleep in a locked solid wooden box the size of a large coffin by the loud BEEP BEEP BEEP of an industrial waste bin truck’s compactor sounding. I thought I was about to be compacted, but was unable to kick my way out of the box and could not make my screams be heard by the compactor operator. I was knew that I was about to die a very grisly death.
After half a minute that felt like eternity, I finally recalled that I had been sleeping in my ski-box trailer, and that I had parked beside an industrial waste bin in a parking lot in the middle of the night after pulling off the highway to catch a few ZZZs in the middle of a twenty-three hundred mile, forty hour drive.
On safari in Botswana. Our first night at Mombo Camp we partook of dinner and drank some wine, then retired to our tent. At some point in the night, something woke me up, and I lay there trying to figure out what it was. Then, in the distance, I heard the unmistakable cough of a lion and simultaneously realized that I really needed to urinate. I started to get up and heard another lion, only closer. The bathroom was en suite, but the wall around it exposed you from the shoulders up, so I just lay there, frozen by indecision, while the lions got closer and closer. Thought my bladder was going to burst by the time they passed us by. Lesson learned: don’t drink anything after lunch.
Driving home after a marathon shift at work, which was preceded by several days of marathon shifts. There was an accident on the highway and traffic was completely stopped. I put the truck in park and sat there. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the window. I woke up and talked to the nice officer, who had me pull over and do some sobriety tests. Finally convinced that I was only tired and not drunk, he poured some coffee out of his own thermos for me and sent me on my way.
Lucky for me, it was in the wee hours and not much traffic running after the highway was opened up.
Driving from Ohio to Colorado with my brother. My turn driving ended about midnight. Somewhere in Kansas at 2:00 am I asked my brother if he was ok. He said yes so I dozed off. When I woke up and looked over he was asleep at the wheel still going 65 mph on the interstate.
I drove after that.
Do hospital rooms count? I got knocked unconscious while riding/crashing my streetbike and was woken up by my (then) fiancé at the hospital. She was terrified. I was sore. They kept moving me back and forth from gurney to gurney by lifting my sheets and dragging me across. It hurt as all my broken bones were grinding against each other… ouch!
In boy scouts I awoke outside the tent one night. Some damn shysters had (gently) pulled me and my cot out into the open.
About 15 years ago, my FIL insisted that we all spend the night on Christmas Eve so we could wake up on Christmas morning.
Ivyboy was seven at the time, Ivygirl was four. My husband’s sisters had two children each, all under the age of three.
So, a total of 14 people were sleeping in a house of four bedrooms, one of which was off limits because it was the master bedroom, where FIL and MIL slept.
So, we were all laying airbeds in the kitchen and the hallway, with six excited children who would not go to sleep because SANTA!
My husband, my son, and my MIL stayed up all night talking in the kitchen. I was trying to sleep on the couch in the living room, but they were loud and laughing. Plus, the cat decided to sit on my head and I was allergic at the time.
We got through Christmas, then my SIL, BIL, and I dragged sleeping bags into one of the back bedrooms to nap after presents. I finally wrestled Ivyboy to a nap that afternoon because he was a holy terror by that time. Funny enough, FIL never insisted on that again.
The other time was when my husband and I took an overnight train trip from Seattle to Napa Valley. If you ever get a chance to do that…DON’T. The “seats” folded out to a “bed” the width of a twin bed. Cramped and not fun at all.