Dig it, a new song!
My mother is still awake. It’s 11:40. She’s not in agony anymore, but she’s still in pain. It’s been almost four hours since her 12 hour pain pill. Shit. I really wanna go to sleep.
Tag: nana sitting
…And We’re Back
Here we go again.
She was all right when I got here at 6:35. She was all right when she got her pain meds at 8:00pm. She was all right when I set the mouse traps at a little before 9:00pm.
At 9:10 she’s in agony.
Pretty much right on time.
Minutes
60 minutes left in the work day.
About 120 or so (roughly) left in the nana sitting day.
The weekend is calling to me. It is so close I can almost reach out and touch it. I needs me some weekend right now, boys and girls. I need it.
Last Night
Last night was only really bad for about an hour. After that it was just a matter of waiting. Once the pain let up I had to wait for her to go to sleep for the night before I could relax. It took a long time. At least it seemed like a long time. I’m not sure when she actually conked out, but it was probably around 11:30. Definitely before midnight.
Today she slept until 8:00am. I was just bringing her morning meds to her, thinking I was going to have to wake her up, when she came out of her room on her own. That was good timing. She has a new problem today but I don’t think it’s anything too concerning. Some days she tries to talk on the phone to my father and if the phone is at her right ear she can’t hear him. I’m 99.999% sure it’s just wax build up. Today she has it in both ears. Here’s hoping it clears up a little.
In the interest of distracting me from everything, there’s a new episode of Star Wars: The Bad Batch today. I have just enough time to sneak it in before work… assuming the rest of the world leaves me alone for half an hour.
Better
It took a while but things are a little better now. She’s in her room but I don’t think she’s actually gotten into bed. I checked a few minutes ago and she was still sitting up, but she was dozing off. Here’s hoping when I check after I post this that she’s in bed and done for the night.
While I get up to check on the situation, you can enjoy this terrible song that is not as bad as I usually write. There’s a gimmick in the lyrics. Each section (stanza?) of the song is a haiku. Does that make me the lamest of all lame lames?
Probably.
Called It
Let’s check the tape. It was a little less than two hours ago when I typed the following:
“When it goes bad it always comes out of the blue.”
Yup. I totally called it. Right out of the fucking blue.
Fine.Fine.Fine.Fine.Fine.HELL!!!!
Nana Sitting Again
My sister isn’t available this week so it’s just me and my brother alternating nights. I have tonight and Saturday night to go before she comes back and we return to the once every third night rotation. Hopefully not for much longer, but I still don’t know.
My brother, John, said last night was really bad. It sounded like it was as bad as it gets. I’ve only been here for an hour and so far so good. Not that that matters. When it goes bad it always comes out of the blue. Wish me luck.
I’m hoping to mix a song or two tonight while pretending to watch the Red Sox and the Yankees. No score in the second. I just gave my mother her dinner, and the meds come in about half an hour. Hopefully I’ll get some work done after that.
Fingers crossed for a night that is quiet health wise, yet noisy and rocking (in headphones) 50/90 wise, and victorious Red Sox-wise.
Four Hours of Sleep
I got four hours of sleep last night. I finally conked out around 1:30am and I had the alarm set for 6:30. I was banking on five hours but I woke up at 5:30 and that was it. I couldn’t fall asleep again then, but I bet you a dollar that if I tried right now, now that I am up and showered and setting up for my work day, I would blink out in less than a second. Stupid sleep cycles.
I just did a caffeine check. There are seven 12 ounce cans of Diet Pepsi in this house. Three in the fridge and four in the 12-pack box on the floor next to me. I think that will be enough to keep me functioning until bed tonight.
You can do it, red head! You can do it!
Okay, the clock just struck 8:00am. Time to reset the door alarms and give my mother her morning meds.
Wednesday, here we come!
Trains
My mother was super quiet in her room. I got up to get my stuff ready for bed around midnight. I assumed she was asleep. Nope she was standing next to her bed reading. I told her what time it was and she said she was going to bed. Good.
15 minutes ago she came out of her room and asked me if anyone else besides Lisa and John (my siblings) had taken the train with her.
What train, I asked.
The train we took here this morning, she said.
I told her she probably dozed off and had a dream. She agreed. I told her we went to the doctor yesterday but other than that she hadn’t left the house.
She said she remembered that. Then she asked who else was in the house right now. Just us, I said. Okay.
Then she pointed at something on he floor in front of me and asked what it was. My shoes and socks, I said.
Cool socks! She exclaimed as she turned around, walked into her room, got in bed, and immediately went to sleep.
It’s ten minutes to 1:00 am. I’m done. Good night everyone.
Cool socks, indeed.
Addendum: she’s still awake. She just asked about tomorrow’s weather forecast. M’kay.
Things Might Be Ramping Up
Things have been mostly quiet tonight. She did need the doctor approved supplemental pain med about half an hour ago. I thought that would be it, but she’s starting to sound like it’s going to be a rough night. I’m still optimistic that the extra pain med is still in the process of kicking in and she’ll be able to get comfortable enough to fall asleep.
Fingers eternally crossed.
Inside the Red Head's Head 