Friday, September 18, 2009

Issues

I need to blog...

I'm sure my loyal public is disappointed with my poor blogging lately...

I'm just sorta dry...

I start to blog.

I try to think.

Then my brain freezes up; My fingers tremble and my upper lip starts to sweat, and my eyes start to quiver...And that's it. I halfheartedly start a draft, then I walk away...

But today at work, I became determined to post a blog tonight. What with running from point A to point B, scrambling to complete one piece of paper before dashing off to help someone start an IV, and I was tired, and cranky...

Then I had to run to the CT department to discharge a patient for them...

And, God Himself smiled down on me. I got there, and the patient had to wait on their films. And it was one of my friend's last day...Someone had brought cupcakes to say goodbye. Since I couldn't slap my patient and wheelchair and send her on her merry way, I had to stop. I had to wait. I had to stop. And eat. A banana cupcake with butter cream icing.

And for those 5 minutes of waiting, all was right with the world.

Amen.

Turned out that was a good thing, because if not for that cupcake I would not have gotten a single crumb of sustenance for the whole shift. Go ahead. Pity me. Feel sorry for my poor, under nourished soul...My poor, hungry, tired, cranky soul...

Why was I tired? Why was I cranky? Well, Gentle Reader. It is a sad tale. Very sad indeed.

Did you know I have a sister? Well, actually I have 2 sisters. But only one sister is to blame for my suffering. MY SUFFERING, I tell you.

Dawn. Dawn is the perpetrator of this torment I've been suffering. Did you know that I used to feel sorry for her? Oh, yes. I did. I pitied her. She used to tell me of her inability to sleep. She would tell me stories of being awake in the middle of the night for no particular reason, other than perhaps it was somehow related to her...shall we say...cycle? I always felt so sorry for her, even as I silently breathed a sigh of relief that I did not suffer from such an affliction.

Have I ever mentioned how alike Dawn & I are in some aspects? Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a cleaner, organizer, researcher like she is. But we have other traits that we share (other than the obvious outward resemblance.) We both got glasses & braces in 7th grade. Yep, the ugliest, most awkward year of most kids life was amplified by the addition of glasses and braces... As a matter of fact, any time she makes a complaint about certain things, like her hair, her skin, whatever, I inwardly flinch, because I know that as she ages, she is dragging me right along with her.

So. You can guess what happened, can't you? For the last year, I have developed insomnia for about 4 consecutive nights of every month. I did not sleep through the night from Sunday night until Wednesday night. Last night I actually slept from 10:30pm until 5am. The other 4 nights I woke up nearly every hour. I would lie there awake, unwilling to climb out of bed. I was afraid the tv or internet would stimulate me, and make my insomnia worse. I didn't dare start a book. I'm famous for cracking a book and staying up all night to finish it. Tuesday at 3:30 am, I was seriously considering getting out of bed and sweeping & mopping. But, I finally fell asleep. To wake up with my alarm at 5am.

Today, I was so dad gum tired, that it took all of my energy to keep a thin veneer of cheerfulness in place. And we all know who to blame. Dawn.

Dawn is to blame.

And that is all I have to say about that.

Now. I'm going to bed. I plan to sleep. I plan to sleep the entire night.

So help me, if one of my precious offspring so much as lets out a whimper of "Mommy," I am physically kicking Studmuffin out of bed. Yes I am. I am going to take my feet, and shove his rump out of the bed and onto the floor. Do not doubt it for even one eensy teensy second.

Good day and good night Gentle Reader...

2 comments:

Becky said...

So sorry you suffer from foreshadowing LOL! I hope you sleep well soon.

Dawn said...

That's ok. I have broad shoulders. I'm the oldest. I can take the blame for stuff. I always have. Sincerely,
Your sister,
Dawn the Martyr

p.s. Bwahaha. The curse worked. Now we will see if it carries on to the next generation! :)