Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I woke up at 3:00am this morning. It was like turning on a light. One minute I was asleep, the next I was awake.
Also, massive headache. I go downstairs to grab some ibuprofen and a glass of water.
The bottle was empty. I grumble about why someone thought to put an empty bottle back into the cabinet.
Good news! There's an unopened one. Except, have you ever tried opening one whilst half a asleep and with a pounding head? It goes something like this:
1) Pry open box. The flap won't open along the glue line, so I end up shredding the box. It looks like a giant rat ate through it.
2) Cut finger on plasticky seal around the top of bottle. There's supposed to be a perforated spot to tear it off, but do you really think I can find it at 3:00am?
3) Align arrows, pop lid.
4) Jam finger through foil seal found across the top of bottle. Bleed some more.
5) Grab three of those sweet, sweet ibuprofenz, because at this point, three is the only way to deaden the pain in my head and fingers.
6) Stumble back upstairs.
The cat claimed my warm spot, so he needs to be extracted. I curl back up for that last hour or so of sleep, and the hot flashes start. I feel too young for this, but hey, I'm starting to come to terms with my inner crone.
Toss blankets off me, onto cat. The frosty, fifty degree room starts to cool me off, and I start drifting back to sleep. This is when the cat decides it's a really great time for a bath. A loud, gross bath.
I poke the cat gently with my foot. No change.
Poke again. The bathing pauses for a second, then resumes with gusto.
I slide my foot under the the cat, and start gingerly rolling him over to make him stop. He barely notices until he almost falls off the bed.
Half hour later......
Body temperature back to normal. Blanket back in place. Sleeping cat securely wedged against my bum.