Tag: health

I Could Use Some Caffeine

So, nana sitting. Last night sucked. About as bad as it gets. Nothing I couldn’t handle, but it really sucked.

This morning was worse than most mornings, in my experience, but not too terrible. Last night I had to give her an approved extra sleeping med. Her prescription is for one and two third pills per dose, but we only give her one and save the two thirds as a reserve for bad nights. She got the two thirds last night. It seems like the morning after the extra two thirds can be a little confusing. That was the case this morning. She came into the living room a little before 7:00am (the latest I’ve ever slept on my overnight shift) and asked where Dad was. I told her he’s still at the hospital. She said no, he came home last night. No, he didn’t, I said as my heart broke once again.

On a purely selfish level, the worst part of today by far has been the lack of caffeine. I bitched myself out for forgetting to bring soda last time and then here I am forgetting again this time. What a moron. Next time I’ll staple a post it note to my head to remind me. Dumb ass. I got about five hours of sleep last night. That plus a caffeine IV drip would get me through the day without issue. Instead I find myself feeling like Homer J Simpson in that episode where he fell asleep driving. Remember that one? Where the hell did that image come from? I haven’t seen that in at least 4361432543 years.

I have, however, added a couple of songs to the 50/90 pool. There’s that at least. Might try to sneak in a little more before I leave. There is talk of me playing World of Warcraft again soon so I have to balance the music and the fictional fantasy slaughter. hehe

And Again

I don’t drink. I’m 50 years old and I’ve not only never been drunk, I don’t think I’ve ever even had a whole drink, and if I have then I definitely never had a second drink.

I am going to start. I am going to bring as much booze as I can carry to my parents house and just get shit faced every time I am here.

What. The. Fuck.

One Hour Down

One Nana Sitting hour down, 23 or so to go.

Two items of note:

First, I friggin did it again. I forgot to bring a 12-pack of Diet Pepsi with me today. What a moron. Looks like it’s grape flavored tap water for me for the next 23 or so hours.

Second, and this has nothing at all to do with the current situation but is instead a comment on modern cinema… I guess…

The E Network is showing all of the Harry Potter movies today because wouldn’t you? Sorcerer’s Stone was just kicking off when I got here. I had a thought about it that never occurred to me before. Sort of a Marvel What If? kinda thought.

Harry and Draco Malfoy meet outside of the great hall for the first time on their first day of school. They are waiting to be escorted in by McGonagall so they can be sorted into houses. Malfoy is his normal, slimy, racist, entitled prick self right off the bat. He offers to show newbie Harry the ropes and extends his hand in friendship. Harry, not being a schmuck, brushes him off.

The thought I had at that point was this: What would have happened between the two of them if Harry had been sorted into Slytherin? We know the sorting hat considered putting him in that house but Harry asked it not to. If Harry had been a Slytherin, would their rivalry have continued throughout their school years the way it did? Would they eventually have become buds? Maybe not actual friends, but would they have tolerated each other? Would Malfoy have acted on his jealousy the way that Ron Weasley never really did?

Someone has to think of these things, you know? Should I write fan fiction? Maybe a short story about how Harry hooks up with Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy loses his shit over it? Hmmmm… how about no? Yeah, no.

Mostly Quiet Night

There was a minute there, around 8:30pm when it was looking like my nana sitting shift was going to be another rough one. She was doing all the things she does when the back pain gets really bad but in the end all she needed was the approved extra pain med and she was fine. She was asleep by about 9:30.

Not me though, I couldn’t sleep. It happens sometimes when I’m here. I just can’t get myself to sleep at my usual bedtime. Do you think it might be a psychosomatic type of thing? Muscle memory? I lived in this house when I was young and sleep wasn’t necessary, so now that I’m here at night again my brain thinks it’s 19 again and fails to shut off. Or could it be that my brain knows that I’m not at home, and you’re really not supposed to sleep if you’re not at home (unless you’re on vacation, which is a totally different mindset). Ahh, Doctor Robert* thinks he might be on to something with that one.

Anyway. Gearing up for the work day. Talk to you later.

*No, Robert is not a doctor. It is, however, Ringo Starr’s birthday (81 years old, I think) and “Doctor Robert” is a Beatles reference. I mean day or night he’ll be there any time at all, right?

Start My Shift

Generally when I have a nana sitting shift I am sad and depressed and I miss my family and I just don’t want to be here.

Not tonight. Tonight I am fucking pissed and I don’t really know what’s different. I’m so mad right now. The missing my family part and not wanting to be here are the same but mostly I’m just sitting in the living room with my computer on a tray table feeling furious.

Fuck.

Hamstring

Did I mention that when I went to the mall for the eye doctor’s appointment at Lens Crafters yesterday that I think I pulled my hamstring? I was just strolling along down the mall walkway and something pulled in my left calf and holy crap did it hurt. I was limping for the rest of the day.

31-32 hours later, it still hurts a little. Its nowhere near as bad as it was and I’m not really limping the way I was. Still… That happened, and also that sucked.

I guess that’s the karmic price I have to pay for going back into society again. I blame Covid-19, of course. I could blame Covid-19 for pretty much anything these days though. Jerk.

I’m still at my mother’s house. I expect to be here for another hour to an hour and a half or so. Harry won’t be home until late tonight too, so I am pretty much missing out on hanging out with him for the weekend. It’s like Mega-Maid. It’s gone from suck to blow. Insert sad “I miss my family” face here.

I started watching Loki again to try to make me feel better about being such a jerk. It’s not really helping, but I guess I’ll get back to it.

Calming Down

For about an hour there it was as bad as the Nana Sitting situation has ever been. It’s calming down now. She went from watching the Sox and eating ice cream to what she described as the worst pain she’s ever felt. I had already given her all the pain meds I am allowed to give. She went to the bathroom a little while ago, which in and of itself felt miraculous as a few minutes before she was unable to sit at all, and I think she fell asleep. I just called out to her to make sure she was okay and I’m pretty sure I startled her awake. She just walked into the bedroom. I can’t see her at the moment but hopefully she’s trying to lay down. Fingers crossed she’s able to sleep through this one.

On the Clock

My Nana Sitting shift has begun. The doors are alarmed and the pills have been distributed. She’s okay right now, she’s dishing out some ice cream for herself, but I know pain is a bit of an issue.

I was planning on putting the Red Sox game on with the volume down and then streaming something on my laptop through headphones but the USA Network is running a slew of Marvel movies. Harry, Jen, and I watched Antman this afternoon (on Disney+, not USA). When I got here Age of Ultron was on and now Captain America Civil War is on. Okay, so it’s a Marvel night. That works for me.

50/90 starts in under four hours. I had this idea to write a series of songs that have all of the verses and choruses written as haikus. Anything to force a little creativity, right?

Okay, I’m going to sign off and watch some super heroes and be sad that I am not at home. Until next time (which, knowing how Nana Sitting goes will probably be three or four more times before I go to sleep).