It often was a nightmare, because the room had to be pitch black and with synesthesia sounds were transmuted into colors and lights (which were distracting, to say the least,) so things had to be very quiet. On top of the pain, my hearing became so sensitive that I could hear the blood pounding through my veins.
Fortunately, I had also learned to be able to sleep at any time of day or night by that point (thank you, USAF and wacky schedules!) so it was only a matter of making myself sleep. This was very necessary during the time when my barracks room was in the back of an active airplane hangar.
Before that time, I would have to simply wait until the pain exhausted me.






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