MamaCando….glad your family is taking steps to remember/deal with your loss. And now another tragedy with drunk driver? 🙁 Prayers continue. And such predatory behavior at estate sales? Ack!
Columbia River…. I really love this: “So I guess you could say I’m prepping for my part in someone else’s emergency.” We truly never know when the one NEEDING something will be us.
Lil’Sister….hope you can find something to help your dh’s shortness of breath. Not good.
So…..Corsaire…you said you like my story writing. To amuse myself after an annoying day of TRYING to get more sleep for healing, I wrote this essay. I don’t think it’s tooo long…. 🙂 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And that’s why I can’t get any sleep around here….
It’s Day 3 after the Medical Incident. The doc really did pour a lot of fluid into me thru the I.V. The result is that I’m still getting up for the bathroom three times a night. Number three happens somewhere around 5 or 6 AM. At that point, I might as well forget trying to regain sleep. I’ll try to grab another couple hours later. Considering what occurred, I’m not ready to suppress my system by taking my usual half tablet of sleep aid.
Around 11AM, I’m nodding off at the computer. Alrighty then! I stumble out to the hall and turn the loud humidifier on high. I toss the phone handset to DH and he knows his instructions read: “Answer it before it wakes me!” Normally I’d unplug it but we are expecting a call that we need to take. I shut the door to bedroom, turn on an additional sound machine, and crawl into bed. I shut off the lamp and pull the sleep mask over my eyes. Ahhh…
By 11:10AM, I’m asleep.
At 11:20AM, the phone rings. DH answers it quickly but of course he’ll never actually prevent it from waking me. I’m an extraordinarily light sleeper. I burrow back down into the pillow.
At 11: 30AM, the phone rings again. DH answers it on the first ring. I can picture him snatching up the thing, desperate to silence it. I grin a bit and burrow further. It’s no use. I stagger out of bedroom to announce….. “I’m awake”. His look of ‘but I tried!’ brings up a small laugh. What can you do?
The next groggy period came at 4PM. I went through the same routine of turning on the noise makers. I again assigned the phone to DH, since we were still waiting on that call. Position the sleep mask and get reacquainted with my pillow.
At 4:20 PM I wake to find myself flying thru the living room. I’m opening the door without knowing why I’m here. A man is just letting himself out the gate at the top of our porch stairs. He points to the brown package at my feet. If he said anything, my ears were not recording data yet.
“Um….yeah, thanks,” I mumble while reaching for it. I’m looking around, trying to figure out what happened to the super-sized guardian dog and my on-duty husband. Why am I answering the door? Do I vaguely remember hearing the man’s light knock on my flight to the door?
I meet the missing monster dog when I open the door to bring the package inside. DH is not far behind. He’s wearing his utterly-confused look. Without words, I hand him the package as explanation. Then we both stare at the dog.
“I know I’m getting really deaf but you should have heard that ….even from the back room!” he tells her. She’s already aware that she’s missed an incursion into her space. NOW she wants out the door to follow her nose. Something fishy has happened and she needs to get to the bottom of it!
Honestly, if she had heard the man ON HER PORCH, I’d still be trying to peel myself off the bedroom ceiling. Her first move is always an attack on the auditory senses. She’s well equipped for that. By now, I’ve got the shakes that come when I run in my sleep. I crawl back into bed, not even bothering with all the other preparations. It’s no good. At this point I just need to calm down the trembling…and wait for the next opportunity for sleep.
OldMtWoman….. just shaking my head… 😉