The three day weekend has worn me out! Unfortunately, my old dog is unaware of my work schedule. He has chosen 1:00 am as his time to wonder around the house and contemplate his life. This requires the dog to be lifted down to the floor and followed. He won't go unless I follow. I doubt that he sees me, but he feels my presence. Sometimes we go outside and walk through the dew covered grass (which will bring me completely awake) and sometimes I am allowed to sit down in a chair while he bumps around the furniture. He "talks" as he walks. Sounds like he is muttering under his breath with his deep voice.
These nightly episodes only last minutes, but interrupt my sleep. It might be okay if I did not automatically wake with the dawn. This morning, it was 5:30 when my eyes flew open and I was staring into the loving brown eyes of Toni Louise. She was waiting and watching and once my eyes open, there is no going back and pretending to be asleep.
Knowing that HeWho is apt to ride a motorcycle and hurt his knee was scheduled for an MRI at 9:00 am and would have to be up early to get there, I decided to just sit down in my recliner for a few minutes while coffee brewed ......
I was asleep in my chair, Cujo tucked in neatly at my side when HeWho has no comprehension of being quiet awoke. I heard him bumbling around, but kept my eyes shut. Then he asked me why I didn't go get in bed. I glared up at him and shook my head, trying to hold on to that thread of sleep. He actually asked me again, oblivious to my annoyance. Then he went to the kitchen and I was treated to the sound of ice clunking into his Bubba mug and the sound of the 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke being open. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, refusing to have a conversation with him. He finally left and I dozed until almost 8 am.
Fatigue, both mental and physical, settled over me like a shroud as I stumbled to my room to dress. No big hurry today. I do not open until 11 am. Much to my delight, the skies were cloudy and gray with a steady drizzling. Rain during pool season is a day off!!! I showered and dressed, determined to finish merchandising the pool toy wall and hit my sewing room. Plans, I had big plans!
Alas, the sun was shining when I got out of the shower. I still had some time left before the pool opened, so I ventured out to gaze upon my garden and give a few chosen plants a good drink of water. One by one, they found me and my quiet meditation will have to wait for another day.
I was minding my business and playing with the peg hooks to distribute the pool toys in a sensible, eye pleasing array when I was interrupted by the phone. We have two cordless phones, but, unable to locate either one, I was forced to my desk and the corded phone. It was HeWho was supposed to be in the imaging machine. "What kind of stent do I have in my heart?" I don't know. There is a lot of trivia bumping around in my head, but stent types and model numbers, well .....
"What was my surgeon's name?" This was 16 years ago, I don't remember. I tell him to have them contact the primary care clinic we used in Minnesota and he proceeds to ponder aloud about the doctor he saw and wonder if he is still there. I cut him off and tell him that it is his records they are looking for, not his doctor.
He finally comes home, hours later, having had no MRI. They are waiting to hear from the clinic in Minnesota and were told it would take weeks. I just talked to the nurse he saw this morning and she told me they have the information they need and we are a go for Thursday. Now I can worry about the stent being sucked from his body .....
I need a nap.