In the spirit of Margaret's falling out of bed blog, I shall share my own experiences as I got out of bed...
I woke up this morning, and my left arm was gone. Really, it was gone. It was early, and it was dark, and I wanted to reach for the little alarm clock on the window sill. But nothing happened. I finally figured out what happened. As a tummy sleeper, I had managed to fall asleep on top of my arm. So it fell asleep too. I couldn't feel it. I couldn't move it. So I just did the usual to wake it up... the Flail Manuever. Never fails. Twist your body back and forth fast enough to flail that dead arm back to life. In my medical opinion, I think it's about restoring that blood flow to the nerves. In time it's as good as new...