I’m cranky. I’m tired. I’m cranky because I’m tired. Ah, good old cause-and-effect at work. I’m sure you know the exact feeling. It’s that “everything is getting on my nerves” sort-of-day. This is the level of irritation that makes a person itchy all over (anyone else have this happen to them?), which just adds to the crankiness. It’s so bad I’m even pissing myself off, which is odd since I usually tolerate myself quite well. I suppose my opinion would be different if married to myself… so I’m told… often.
What put me in this snit? I was up all Fuddruckin’, mother-of-pearl night. Yesterday morning the nurse called-out for the night and I found myself smack in the midst of a grueling thirty-six hour shift. With Sue away on business I felt vulnerable without backup. It’s not like daytime when the world’s awake and help is readily available (without as much disturbance). Fortunately, Ryan helped me out by having a wonderfully calm and restful night. This is a wonderful sign after the baclofen reduction on Tuesday. That’s my boy!
Speaking of Sue, I didn’t tell her about it. There’s no need to cause her concern. Her knowledge of the situation wouldn’t change it. In truth, she probably would have been on the next flight home if possible. My thinking is we need her career more than I need my beauty rest. Before anyone thinks it’s funny to comment on my beauty rest, remember… I’m tired and cranky. I’m also hungry, smelly, and on the verge of bitch-slapping myself. Did I mention I’m itchy too?
What I need is food, a shower, sleep, and someone with sturdy fingernails.