Last night when I put Celtling to bed, instead of sitting on the bed to read with her I knelt on the floor. You see I had a roast in the oven that didn’t quite get done in time for dinner, and needed to stay up for another hour to take it out.
About 1:00am the pain in my knees combined with the smell of burning vegetables to wake me from my stupor. :smack: :smack: :smack:
Fortunately only the veggies and broth were ruined. The beef had passed through the leathery stage and back into falling apart tender. Pulled beef for dinner tonight and (Pleaseohpleaseohplease!!!) an early bedtime.
I’ve got a decent story from my intern days. Spent the last few days awake almost 24/7 to get a project done. Got it wrapped up the evening before I was to leave the next morning. Get back to the dorm room I was in. Sat down for “just a minute” before packing all that crap up and cleaning up the place.
Next thing you know I am waking up to a banging on the door still in the sitting position. Its the guy the next morning that’s going to take me to the airport. And he is running late!
I shoved everything into a few suitcases in a few minutes flat and spent another few giving the place a good fast cleaning (damn good thing I was more a cleany than a piggy). Made it to the airport just in time to get on the plane at the last minute. Even got my deposit back.
Now the time or two I woke up in the desert alongside the road with the car engine still running was t i r e d (and fucking dangerous) :eek:
I’m damned tired. I live in an OLD house. The hardwood floors are old, too. They really needed touched up today. So, since the best way to do that, is on my hands and knees, I scrubbed them with wood cleaner, and then oiled them. They look nice. The tiredness is worth it, I guess.
I’m not so much physically tired as mentally tired. I need my brain to stop working for a little while…or maybe that’s what it’s doing. I keep finding myself staring, wondering what I’m doing…why am I in this room? what did I want? why am I holding this towel?
Happy Birthday to RedFury and Tracyfish! I’d make you a cake but. . . . zzzzzzzz
Celtling woke up in the middle of the night again last night. The whole left side of my head is trying to secede from the union, and my eyes feel like sandpaper balls.
Still, companions in misery are surprisingly heartening. thanks y’all!
I have two daughters. One is two and a half months old, the other is two and a half years old. I also have an 18-year-old stepson. And I’m a grad student.
My husband is in the hospital. We were on vacation in the Cayman Islands and he woke up at 4:00 AM with tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, so we called the squad. Long story short, we ended up staying in that hospital on Grand Cayman from 5:00 AM Wednesday to just after midnight Thursday, when we were medflighted out of Cayman to Fort Lauderdale. Got to Fort Lauderdale at about 3:30 AM. I think I got 20 minutes of sleep on the plane. We were in the ER in Lauderdale for 2.5 hours. Thankfully, once he was up on the cardiac ward, he got a private room and I got 2 hours of broken sleep in a recliner. I spent the whole day in the hospital, taking notes as cardiologists and infectious disease doctors talked about various tests. He was well enough that I felt okay going to a hotel last night and managed to get 8 hours of sleep. I woke up with sheet wrinkles on my face. I may not have moved all night.
I’m still pretty tired, though. I may have bounced back up to newborn levels at this point. We still don’t know what caused this. His tests are mostly clear. They’re thinking myocarditis brought on by rheumatic fever, but that test isn’t back yet. It wasn’t a heart attack–his heart is remarkably clear. He’s 36 years old. This is bizarre.
I’m used to getting up early to deliver papers, and although I’m tireder than usual right now (school is back in, so I have to get up earlier to get the kids on the bus in time, then I’m off to my second job), I’m afraid my son is even tireder than me.
At 22, he tends to stay up all night, help me deliver papers, then go to his second job for the day. The other morning, while he was waiting for me, he leaned his head on his knees and fell asleep. Really, really asleep–so asleep that as I pulled up in my car, he fell out of his chair and pitched headfirst into the concrete. Ended up in the emergency room with a slight concussion, so there goes his paycheck for the next several months.
Wow, Drain Bead…hope your husband is okay. Nothing exhausts like a medical emergency.