I hadn't slept for over 40 hours straight. I didn't feel tired oddly enough. Before today that would have been a death sentence. I didn't know the definition of tired, but perhaps the shock of it all was keeping me awake as long as I needed.
I bet I could have stayed up for a week straight. There was no motive for me to go to sleep besides the fact that there was nothing to do. My mom's friend Laurie (who is acting as our advisor/councilor/backbone for the week), my Auntie Dorene (my dad's sister), and my Auntie Dale (my mom's sister) were all sitting down stairs with my mom eating our tower of food that people had brought over throughout the day while the medication kicked in. My sinus infection seemed to be wearing away with all the tissue and nose blowing I was doing already. I decided that I should go lay down on the couch.
I called Brian, turned my phone on medium ring in case I got a phone call, and closed my eyes for ten hours and missed one phone call.
I awoke to my mothers cries from downstairs.
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