It Didn't Last

So, it turns out that I was far too optimistic about our girl's recovery. The good sleep lasted for one night, and then we were back to square one - getting up multiple times throughout the sleeping hours.

In a not so wise move, I went back to the bullfighting arena the next day, this time as a matador (the recortadors don't use swords or capes). My reflexes were slowed, and I ... spent some time in the hospital that night.