Monday, December 10th, 2007 • No Comments on Yawn.
Remember the Tom Hanks movie Joe Versus the Volcano? It was a quirky little movie that I didn’t like the first time I saw it, but it grew on me over the years. I loved the message: live for today, you might die tomorrow. However, I’m not blogging about the movie because of the inspirational message. I thought of it today as I tried to come up with how I was feeling—and I feel like I have a brain cloud. Remember the brain cloud?
In any case, I woke up yesterday morning to a doggie puddle. A doggie puddle is never a good thing—and certainly not a good thing to wake up to at 6:30 AM (actually, as far as I’m concerned, nothing is good to wake up at 6:30 AM—nothing), but it is even worse when there is blood in the puddle. A few frantic hours later, Henry (aka Butt Surgery Dog) was diagnosed with a run-of-the-mill urinary tract infection. Ouch. Poor doggie.
So, until the antibiotics kick in, I’m getting up every three to four hours to take the sick dog outside to leave a bloody trail all over the yard. I would feel worse for myself if I didn’t feel so darn bad for him—he’s clearly uncomfortable and doesn’t know what’s going on. So I’m giving him hunks of ham with pills inside and taking him outside every time he so much looks at the door (all the while trying not to feel guilty for yelling at him the night before his accident for wanting to go outside six hundred times before I went to bed), but I feel like my brain is in a fog. A brain cloud.
Being a natural insomniac (I just made that up—I don’t think there is any such medical term as “natural insomniac”), I tend to wake up several times a night on my own, no outside stimulus necessary. Compounded by the doggie’s infection and the diabetic cat’s needs, I am now waking up about every 90 minutes or so. Seriously. No joke. I have heard the tales of sleep deprivation after having a baby and I can’t help but wonder if it’s any worse than this.
I am tired. So very, very tired.