I was severely constipated and could not sleep after I woke at one thirty am until three or later. I redid my hot water bottle twice and munged more meds until sleep won over pain. Then "NIGHTMARES! NIGHTMARES! NIGHTMARES!" until waking. I was at least able to go after a false start. The after glow of pain is still firing through my system, from my abdomen and my head. No one in pain has good dreams unless their pain is so well managed that they punch through to the other side and bliss. I'm guessing they must be fucking awesome dreams like where they are Jesus and flying like Superman.The shit sleep; if you can't shit your sleep will be shit.This was been "Fun with IBS".