|Pass the stones, please
||[Sep. 17th, 2004|08:52 pm]
We haven't been getting very much sleep lately, what with The Boy's determination not to go to sleep before midnight and other general goings on. And it's been taking a bit of a toll. Which is why yesterday afternoon I vowed to be in bed before 10:00 pm. I relished the thought all day, keeping it handy to pull out and admire in the odd moments when the clock seemed to stop moving. I could feel myself sinking into the mattress, body going heavy and floating at the same time, sleep drifting across me like a warm breeze.
But then after dinner, just as I was sitting down to check my mail, Husband lurched into the room, pale and sweating, doubled over in pain. One look at his face and I knew it was a kidney stone. A phone call and ten minutes later, we were on our way to the emergency room, my parents firmly planted in our den to watch Bear in the Big Blue House with The Boy.
I won't bore you with the details; suffice it to say that it was indeed a kidney stone and I didn't get to sink into my mattress until sometime around 4:00 am. Husband is now the proud owner of a prescription for Vicodin and I am starting to hallucinate.
Before the sleep deprivation kicked in, I learned a few things.
1) I am very lucky to have family close by.
2) When your husband is passing a kidney stone, he doesn't think remarks like "And I thought the rocks in your head were going to be the problem" or "Hey, you got your wish - you were just saying we should spend some time together without the kids around" are funny.
3) There really isn't enough room on a gurney for two people to sleep, even if you have the rails up so no one gets pushed off.
And now, I have an appointment with a mattress.