No rest for the wickedly tired

Well, I didn't sleep last night, how about you?

So, my hospital bed is an air mattress that adjusts to my every move, which is quite nice while awake and busy typing or watching a movie. But if you sleep like a princess being antagonized by a tiny legume, the constant inflation under one body part with opposing deflation under another, accompanied by persistent electronic hum and vibration is infuriating! 
And no, sorry, it can't be turned off. 

And the lights. The damn lights! Ever since moving to a wooded island 12 years ago, any ray of light, no matter how small, is totally intrusive to my sleep. So, the orange power light of the Telesitter 6-2200* across from the end of my bed feels like a streetlight. 

Remembering the brilliant pro-tip I learned from a savvy business traveler who never leaves home without a roll of electrical tape to black-out the glow of her hotel-room electronic displays, I asked the nursing assistant last night if she could put a piece of tape over the meddlesome bulb.
 she agreed. 
And used transparent tape. 

When sleep finally found me, it was fitful and intermittent. And then my nurse woke me up at 7:00AM. This is so fucking rude. 
Good morning!

*The Telesitter 6-2200 is a  Nannycam with illusions of grandeur. The camera sits atop a 7-foot-tall silver dolly whose power light in conveniently at the sleeping patient's eye level. Only patients who don't subject a family member to sitting with them all day in their hospital room get the pleasure one of these. 
I think the people who have to watch me through this camera must've done something pretty egregious, like a code gray.