Probably shouldn't have done that Late night snack edition

You know when you tell yourself something but you don't listen and you KNOW you should listen?  Well, yeah as you can read, I have many of those instances.  In fact here's yet another one.

I like a snack when I go to bed at night. If I happen to have insomnia and wake up in the middle of the night it's usually cookies or ice cream, but usually when I go up to bed, I like a piece of candy or something like that. Not the other night. I made brownies and there was one left. Perfect midnight snack. Well sort of.....they were kind of the size of Mount Rushmore actually, so it was more like an appetizer to dinner than a snack. 

So, I bring the pups up, give them their treats, settle in and have my so called snacketizer. I knew better. I have bad acid reflux on a good day and nothing says reflux like a monumental brownie. After my snack, I played a couple of quick games, but then decided it was time to go to sleep. I fell asleep fast (that's the good thing about sleep apnea, since you never sleep, you fall asleep fast). About 20 minutes into being asleep, the "I'm going to throw up" siren in my brain sounds. How we hear that so quickly is beyond me, but boy am I grateful we have it. "Get up, get up, the pipe has burst and it's making its way up your esophagus right now!." I bolt up out of bed, still 95% asleep, I grab my bucket that's by my bed and run into the bathroom. However, because I'm so graceful, and maybe a little accident prone, and yes, very sleepy, I tripped (on what who knows, probably just my feet) and down I went. Good news I didn't miss my bucket. There's not a lot worse than throwing up from acid reflux. It's just awful! At any rate everything finally calms down, I clean up, brush my teeth and go back to bed.

The next day I woke up and I was getting dressed and noticed my arm hurt. I looked at it where I was sore and was like "Oh my....how did that happen?" There was this huge bruise in the shape of a heart. Then I noticed a piece of my cabinet broken off. Seems my fall was pretty rough and my arm and cabinet paid the price. All because I really wanted to have a brownie the size of Mount Rushmore before bed. Hmm, looking back, yeah, I probably shouldn't have done that. Could someone pass the Prilosec please?