I’m sure of it.
Somewhere, somehow, in the past few months, Paul and I have definitely offended some seriously evil force in the universe.
If you saw my last post, where I said “It could be worse“, you know that my usually reliable good luck has kind of evaporated. What with the return of Covid, my strange blood issues and upcoming cancer surgery, a big old hurricane coming along….it’s beginning to feel like this might be a good time to huddle on the bed in the pile of bubble wrap.
Because, you know what?
Stuff just got worse.
Last evening it was starting to seem as if things were getting better. Hurricane Henri had slipped to the west of us, and our power had stayed on. All of our kids were safe at their homes, and there wasn’t any damage to the venue where our son’s wedding is set to take place.
So around 7 pm, after cleaning up dinner, I told Paul that I was really, really, REALLY in need of a night of sleep. My pattern for the previous two weeks had been to sleep from about 10 to 12 and then to lie awake like a rigid, frantic, panic stricken heart attack victim until around 4AM, when I’d doze for two more hours.
I was tired.
As in: I was so tired that there were moments when I was starting to wonder if I was real or if I was a badly drawn avatar making my way through a pretend universe.
But it was Sunday night, with nothing on the agenda for Monday. No pressing issues, no incoming storm surge, nothing. So I decided to take matters into my own aging yet hip hands. Now that I had finally weaned off of the loathesome prednisone, I’d knock myself into sweet, sweet oblivion and FINALLY get a few hours of decent rest.
I scooped up a lovely 1/2 teaspoon of what we lovingly refer to as “Kelly’s Magic Butter”. A tasty, herbal butter loaded with the fabulous weed grown by our dear friends.
Now, I have to explain that I have a medical marijuana card from the state of Massachusetts, and I regularly use a few cannabis gummies to help me to manage pain and insomnia. But over the course of two weeks on prednisone, I had found that my nice little indica candies were doing NOTHING.
It was time for the big guns. The big, non-narcotic, safe, tasty sleepy guns. Kelly’s Butter. Yum. I made my toast, I ate my butter, I felt all relaxed and happy. I went to bed at about 8 with a good book and cup of herb tea. Paul was reading in the living room, happy, well fed and untroubled.
I can’t begin to describe how peaceful and happy I felt as the magic butter did it’s work on my achy muscles. I closed my book, curled up with a sigh of pleasure, and I FELL ASLEEP.
Roughly 40 minutes after my descent into oblivion, my poor hubby gently shook me awake. “Honey, I need help.”
Poor Paul had spent the past hour and a half fighting an increasing bout of abdominal pain. He had gone from “oh, oh, indigestion” to “I think I’m dying” without ever even bothering me.
A fact which is illustrative on two points. A) the man is a saint and B) when I’m on prednisone, you better be facing imminent death before you bother me.
I tried to rouse, I really did. I got out of the bed. I washed my face. I asked a couple of questions about symptoms. I think. I mean, I tried to ask them.
Maybe I just frowned and mumbled something about getting some rest. I’m not sure. All I know is that I was desperately trying to figure out if I was real, to identify the source of the funny music I was hearing in my left ear and to appear supportive of my clearly suffering beloved partner.
In between his bouts of moaning and vomiting, I got myself into a cold shower. I drank about a gallon of water, and I thought I was thinking clearly.
I grabbed my purse and told Paul that I’d get him into the car and drive him the 10 minutes to the emergency room.
Luckily, in spite of his pain and suffering, he knew the sight of a kite-high old woman and overrode my suggestion.
We called our son-in-law, who came by to take us to the hospital.
Things got worse, right? M’hm.
Paul spent last night going through diagnostic testing in our local ER. I was there beside him, in a recliner, with a pillow and blanket. Trying to stay remotely coherent.
Luckily, it’s 2021, and I fessed up to the medical staff.
“I have been having some bad insomnia….blah, blah….prednisone….blah, blah…..medical card…….”
The lovely nurse gave a little chuckle, handed me a big pitcher of ice water and left the room.
So it was a lonnnnnnnnnnnnng night of dozing for ten minutes at a time in a plastic recliner, jerking awake every time the door opened or the lights came on or I dreamed that I was being attacked by a giant polar bear.
I couldn’t relax because my hubs was in pain, because my dogs were outside in the remaining hurricane winds, and my mouth was so dry I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pry my tongue off my palate.
Finally, the sun came up, and I called my daughter for a ride home. Paul was headed for surgery, and I was free to collapse.
Except that when I got home, I was too wound up to sleep. I let the dogs in, fed them, sent a few emails out to let people know what was happening. I managed to doze off around 7.
And the texts started coming in at 7:10.
So I was up for the day by 8, and was too anxious, too wound up and way too tired to know what to do with myself.
Given the past month of medical bullshit, I decided that it would be a good idea to “change the energy” in the house.
I cleaned the upholstery, vacuumed the entire upstairs, rearranged the living room furniture, changed all the knicknacks on several shelves and burned sage. At the time, I thought that it made sense to make myself as physically tired as possible. Because…..you know…..sleep.
By around 1pm, I was finished with everything. I had cleaned and organized. I had cancelled Paul’s clients for the next two days, spoken to all the key family and friends and I was waiting for a call from the surgeon.
And I waited. Awake.
And I waited some more.
Finally at about 1:30, I called the hospital to check in on my patient.
“Good news” said the cheery nurse. “He did great! He can come home tonight!”
My heart beat ramped up to about 220, and my head started to pound.
I explained the situation to the nice nurse. I tried to convey the fact that I am an old lady with a bad temper who has slept for about 15 seconds in the past week. “I can’t do it, ” I tried to tell her. “I can’t take care of him. It won’t be safe for either of us.”
They assured me I’d be fine. They had great faith in me!!!
“Come get him in an hour!”
So. I hung up the phone.
I sobbed. I cried. I swore a little bit.
I put the dogs out so I could get Paul in the house safely. I washed my face. I put some ice cubes in my armpits. I drank some Tulsi tea.
Then I sat down to wait for the call from the hospital, telling me that the patient was ready for the world’s oldest, crabbiest, most exhausted nurse to come get him.
I only had a couple of minutes to feel sorry for myself. Then my phone sent out a shriek, and the TV started to bleat out an alarm.
“A tornado warning has been issued for our area.”
I don’t know when or how it happened, but there it is.
We have rather obviously offended a very evil genie.
20 thoughts on “We Have Offended An Evil Genie”
Oh my goodness!!! Please take care🤗 One day at a time… Hope Paul is feeling better♥️
It was so funny……I was So. High…..have you ever seen Grace and Frankie? I was Frankie……He is much better this morning, we both are! Slept 10 hours, and the sun is finally out!
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Your writing is amazingly coherent for someone who’s running on as little sleep as you’ve had…Thanks for sharing your story, and hope both you and Paul feel better soon!
Thank you!!! I actually woke up after a few hours of sleep and thought, “I wonder if I even made sense.” I sure wasn’t making sense! Much better today.
Oh my! That sounds like a bad day. Praying that this is as bad as it gets.
I was kind of going for humor there, but as you can see, I ended up with pitiful! We really have such constant good luck that this has been a crazy couple of months. The tornado warning and pitch black sky were kind of the icing on that cake! Much better already today.
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So, you are going to leave us hanging? Did you go get Paul? Did the tornado touch down? Ready for the next installment….
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Hahahaha! I can’t believe I managed to get anything written. I was barely coherent! Yes, I picked him up, then we had to wait a half hour in the rainy parking lot for medications, with the phones going off about tornado warnings. But this is Mass! Tornados are so rare here….there were actually three touchdowns across the state, but not in our town. Lot of branches broken, etc. I was just so happy to get us both in the house. We slept 10 hours last night, and today the sun is out!
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So Little Orphan Annie was right!
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I can’t even imagine…
I’m feeling like maybe Mother Earth is just done with us pesky humans and is trying to shake us off like lice….
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So Paul had surgery for… appendicitis? I am an old tired lady, too, with less going on at the moment, knock on wood, but I don’t remember you mentioning why Paul was going in to surgery. It sounds much like my appendicitis journey. You do sound like you need about a week of good nights of sleep. I hope you get one tonight.
Chalk that up to my groggy state of mind! I didn’t even explain….Paul had his gallbladder out. Luckily, it was a one and only, very painful attack and the hospital was quick and efficient! Just slept 10 hours and woke up to sunny skies! All good…..Now to get this wedding done!
You’re certainly having a tough time … but you write about it so engagingly. Waiting for the next instalment (full of better news for you both). Hope you can put that genie back in the bottle soon!
So sorry for your continued hard times. I hope your luck will change soon.
I’m so sorry, you poor thing! I’m glad to read that you finally got some sleep and Paul is home and going to be ok. Self-care is so much more important than we give it credit, we can’t take care of everyone else until we take care of ourselves!
OMGoodness that is indeed a lot of bad luck! And being too ‘stoned’ to deal with an emergency is somehow hilarious- thank you for sharing- I’m glad you have slept so well and feel ‘normal’ again 🙂 G in Australia
Thanks for laughing! What a hoot….
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Karen, I just read this on my computer – when I tried to do so on my cell phone a few days ago, only the first lines showed up before I was told I needed to log it to finish reading. I tried several times and it took until today before I tried on my laptop. May the good news of Tim’s wedding banish that evil genie forever from your lives!!! I wish you and Paul healing and good health!
Thanks, Sue! Sorry for the confusion….I wish I was more of a techie…..!