February 21st, 2014
I am determined not to let so much time pass between posts. Simply because it is much easier for me to stay on top of it if I don’t. Yesterday I had one of those strange days, they’ve happened before, where I just never really wake up. I woke up this morning to have coffee, and I had essentially slept for 28 or 29 hours straight. Or, I guess I should qualify that just a little.. I had slept for 28 or more of the last 33 hours. I woke up yesterday and had coffee as usual, immediately irrigated, went downstairs to make a couple of pieces of toast, spoke with hill for a moment, and then went back up to the bedroom to answer a few emails (that all took a couple of hours, and to be honest, I slept through some of that irrigation time). I’m not sure what time it was when I woke up to realize that I was slumped over to one side sitting on the bed and that the computer had long since turned off and fallen off my lap to the other side. One of those completely uncomfortable positions that you only find yourself in when you are BEYOND tired. SO. I put the computer away and lay down.
Woke for a text from my mother. “I’m at fairway, would you like a baked good of some kind?”
Woke some time later for the delivery of said baked good, but fell back to sleep without eating it.
Woke to see Hillary, a vision, “I’m leaving now, Study group. Remember to take your 4:00 medication.”
“Whoa, really? Already? Don’t go!”
Woke to see Hillary. Back again! “What would you like to do about dinner? Your mom said that they had leftover potato leak soup..”
Woke to Hill sitting by the bed “Dinner’s ready, shall I bring it up to you, or would you like to come down?”
“I can come down.”
I made my way down stairs for just the second time of the day, and found that it was just me and Hill for dinner. A beautifully set table. Salad, warm baguette, bowls of soup. Simple and delightful. Cleaned up the kitchen and ate some ice cream straight from the container. Went back upstairs, fed the dog, brushed my teeth, climbed BACK in bed. Watched an episode of The Good Wife with Hill and went back to sleep. Slept through the night without incident (except the 4:00 alarm that Hill sets for my medication)..
I can’t explain it. I don’t know what makes it happen. But every once in a while, my body demands it. It simply must have a day of sleeping and it takes it. No change in the drug regimen. No previous day full of exhausting behavior. Just a day of rest.
Every once in a while lately, I walk past a mirror and realize that I don’t recognize myself. I’ve developed steroid face! It’s really unfair. I feel like hell. I feel like I’m wasting away. I should look gaunt! Not hale and hearty! So. Here you are. A little photo montage of fat face Ezra to make up for no pictures of me at all for such a stretch.