After what felt like two weeks sleep I emerged from the duvet to a Saturday morning. But the clock said 4pm. I'd been asleep about one hour and was Monday night after the hospital. I did actually feel refreshed as it had been such a deep sleep. I was probably easy prey for a practical joke such as my family telling me I'd lost days to sleep, my body ached like I'd been bedridden too.
My wife couldn't stay up after ten with her chasing about with work, the kids and the hospital. Doctors orders are that my son gets six hits of inhaler every four hours so I stayed up until midnight playing Halo Reach so that he got his four hourly dose and then he'd be up at six so we'd bend the rules slightly. It was like looking at the tv from the inside of a postbox, my eyelids heavy but my caffeine riddled brain blasting crap out the 'combine' alien enemy. I slept solidly until my wife woke me at six with her time related questions. 
Now Tuesday feels like Monday but that makes the weekend closer. 
Maybe I'll stay up until midnight again tonight....there's still plenty of alien ass to be kicked.