Dad’s Home

Dad’s home from the hospital. It’s kidney stones and major dehydration. It took a while to handle hydrating him. It’s okay now. I stayed overnight Saturday into Sunday so that my mother wouldn’t be alone. My sister took last night. My brother is there now, but everyone is home and this ordeal is over, we hope.

I am pleased-ish to announce that I can still pull an all nighter like a boss. I woke up at about 6:00am or so on Saturday. The next time I slept was about 4:30am on Sunday morning, but I woke up again at about 5:15am. At noon, I sat down to watch the Bruins game while my mother napped. I saw the start of the Canadian National Anthem. Next thing I knew, Oshe was picking Chara’s pocket and scoring with six seconds left in the first. I was out for another 40-50 minutes, I think. Later, as we were getting ready for a shift change, I packed up all my stuff and sat down at the dining room table. Next thing I knew, Dad was coming in the door. I have no idea how long I was out, but it couldn’t have been more than 15-30 minutes. After I got home, I stayed up for a little while. I gave up the fight at a little past 8:30pm. That’s 38 hours, with only a couple of very short, less than an hour each, naps.

Like a boss.

I woke up for a few minutes around 10:00pm, then again for a few minutes at about 3:45am, and then again for good a little after 7:00am. I checked SleepWatch on Sunday and there was never enough data available to track. This morning, it tracked nine hours and 45 minutes of sleep. I needed it. I’m still a little sleepy, and my head isn’t quite straight. I think it’ll be another early to bed night tonight and then I should be okay.

Like a boss.