I have never been able to fall asleep in hospitals. When I’m here for myself they are usually poking you every few hours for vitals and when I’m here for someone else it is impossible to get comfortable. Worry and wanting to feel useful keep me on my toes in case anything is needed. A constant barrage of dinging noises and footsteps fill the hallway.
I know it could have been so much worse. That our schedules will be sorted in a day or two and that I can sleep tomorrow. There is family to help and this is what sick time is for. All of these things should distract me from my worry and tired, but they don’t. My already frazzled and stressed out state is trying to process how the next few weeks will go with little success. Answers don’t come to mind very easily when you are running on a coffee five hours ago and a ten minute cat nap.
I would love to focus on writing or anything else to pass the time and pull my attention away from my current surroundings. But I have limited battery power and as I’m really not into medical scenes the inspiration here is limited anyway. At this point the sexiest thing I can come up with is how nice a shower would be as I didn’t have time to get one yesterday morning before we left.
Maybe I will try and get some more sleep. This chair isn’t too bad if I can find a position where I my legs don’t fall asleep before I do. I should be able to get an hour or so before the IV starts beeping and another round of vital checks is needed. Hopefully everything will clear and we won’t have to stay another night.
It could have been so much worse.