Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Week of Sleep

I went to sleep last night at 7, just after Sienfeld. I woke up at 8:30, stayed awake until 10:30, just after Sienfeld, and didn't wake up until 7 this morning. I feel I am at about 40 percent, up from the usual 10 percent of the past few weeks. To nurse my way back to 100 percent, I've declared this week, the week of sleep. Tonight, I will come home from work, let the dog out, and sleep. Tomorrow night I will come home from work, let the dog out, and sleep. Thursday I might venture into the real world and not sleep, but we'll see. For now, all that is on the schedule is sleep.

And here it is... me at the end of Sunday night, after a night of scraping the floors, after a night after night after night of working. Tired, cranky, and sporting some of the worst rehab outfits available. I call this one the sloppy duck entourage.



Some of the best things come during hard times, and this invention is one of pure genius. The ironing board gone kitchen island -- because you never know just when you're going to need to iron your food, trash, and clothes all at once.

2 Comments:

newg said...

Damn girl -you look SO toned! It must be all that hard rehab work... - Anyway, I thought of you today, I had to go watch a esophogastroduodnoscopy (tube with camera attached shoved down patient's throat) and I pulled a Kathy and almost passed out. It was quite the embarrasing scene. I had to be wheeled out of the procedure room. Damn hypotension!!!

6:59 PM  
Kathy said...

Oh no, not buff. The picture is flattering if that's the case!! More like sloppy-Kathy, the oaf who eats desserts to take away the pain of rehabbing. Not that bad I guess.

1:06 PM  

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