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One stroke of luck today: I don't have to be at the hospital until 10. Since they do 8 a.m. surgeries for which you must be there at 6, these last few days when I wake at 6 I get up instead of going back to sleep, against a possible 4:30 waking. But tomorrow I can sleep as late as I please, and Saturday not get up till 8.
That being said, it would have been courteous of my back not to have gone board stiff throughout the day. So many rooms to clean, so much laundry, so many things to be brought upstairs from downstairs and downstairs from up, and I needed to lie down every fifteen minutes while doing it. But anyway, downstairs is vacuumed, plants are watered, and the all-important sock laundry got done. It is now hanging on lines in the furnace room, and because the temps dropped during the day and the wind blew up during the evening, my thermostat is bumped to dizzying heights (why does my furnace no longer heat me adequately at 20C?) so they should be dry by tomorrow evening when I must pack a bag. Bag is because if they end up sending me to rehab I'm ready, and if they don't I'll have a week's worth of clothes in my bedroom and needn't limp down to the boudoir/ side room where my on-season clothes live.
That being said, it would have been courteous of my back not to have gone board stiff throughout the day. So many rooms to clean, so much laundry, so many things to be brought upstairs from downstairs and downstairs from up, and I needed to lie down every fifteen minutes while doing it. But anyway, downstairs is vacuumed, plants are watered, and the all-important sock laundry got done. It is now hanging on lines in the furnace room, and because the temps dropped during the day and the wind blew up during the evening, my thermostat is bumped to dizzying heights (why does my furnace no longer heat me adequately at 20C?) so they should be dry by tomorrow evening when I must pack a bag. Bag is because if they end up sending me to rehab I'm ready, and if they don't I'll have a week's worth of clothes in my bedroom and needn't limp down to the boudoir/ side room where my on-season clothes live.
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Thinking of you and crossing my fingers.
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How did we wind up in a society that treats sleep as a luxury? You'd think the world was run by people who go to bed at 9 and wake up at 5 or earlier.
Thanks.