My breathing mask & wanting to change position woke me up. I took off the mask & fought for a better position. My huge belly wouldn’t let me roll over on my side. I finally did & found I was to close to the edge of the bed. If I fall on the floor…well hell…it’ll take 4 or 5 strong men to pick me up. Its not that I’m morbidly obese. My belly is HUGE & handicaps me. My belly is crippling me,literally. It continues to bloat & swell. This is NOT from overeating. I don’t gorge & stuff,not on purpose. I live my life with extreme anxiety,relentless stress,& deep depression. I have adrenal fatigue. These aren’t excuses. They are real,true,& mine. They are a part of me & are who I am.