celebrex

I’ve been given “something stronger” by my new doctor, but so far I haven’t noticed a stitch of difference in my pain. I have, however, been having trouble falling asleep.  Prior to coming to the computer tonight, I had been lying in bed for an hour, my mind racing with completely random things.  I find that the longer I lie in bed, the more superficial my thoughts become, so please take all of this in mind as you continue reading; I am putting a general disclaimer on this post due to the combination lack of sleep and new painkillers.  I even have to warn you of potential typos, heaven forbid.

That being said, I’d like to take you on a tour of where my thoughts have rambled in the past hour.  Tomorrow morning I am getting my blood drawn and having some x-rays done, so naturally this is what I was first thinking of.  Thus started my train of random thought: 

“What time do I need to wake up? Maybe I should wear a sundress that has no metal in it so I don’t have to get undressed. Nah, that’s just being lazy – how hard is it to get undressed?  Get over it. I wonder if I’ll have time to stop at a starbucks on my way to work.  Will I be late for work? Maybe. I guess it’s ok, I think I can get everything done even if I’m a little late.  I can always stay late, too, because we aren’t hosting Bible study, so I don’t have to vacuum. Maybe I should get the tests done on Friday morning, since I have it off anyway.  Nah, why ruin a day off by going to the doctors? And I’m getting my hair done on Friday, which I don’t want to miss.  I can’t believe it’s been over 2 months since I’ve gotten it cut. But I really need it cut, especially before I go home on Thursday.  I need to find a new pair of jeans; maybe I can find one Friday after my haircut. Then I can wear them in Boston, because lord knows I can’t wear my sundresses there – friggin cold weather.  gee, should I bring a jacket?”

And so on. It came to a point where I literally laughed out loud when I realized how worthless my thoughts had become. I feel that I could’ve been in some sort of drug-induced-Clueless-haze.  I never have to worry about waking AJ up, though.  I could do a dance on the bed and then go out for a drink at the local mexican joint and he would sleep right through it.

Anyway, all that to say when I’d had enough of my shallow and irrelevant thoughts and got up and went online, I realized I hadn’t written in a while. Now I’m realizing I just wrote about nothing. But hey, it’s my blog, right? Right.

lullaby

Every night, about 3 minutes after AJ and I turn off the lights to go to sleep, Orrie jumps onto the bed.  Normally fairly stealth, his entrance onto the bed is anything but.  In fact, I would compare it to Kramer’s famous entrances on Seinfeld.  Quiet, quiet, quiet, then whumppppthudoosh!There really should be some sort of big-voiced announcer to say “And heeeerre’s Orrie! Back into the arena of Sue and AJ’s bed!” 

After his rather awkward entrance, this adorbale cat then proceeds to walk to the head of the bed, usually accompanied by one or two very demanding meows (in case we didn’t hear him jump up).  There have been many times when I will open my eyes to find his black and white face about two inches away from mine, staring intently at me, his raspy purr serenading me like a well-loved lullaby, waiting for me to pet him.  He meows again, right into my face, as if he can’t believe I had the nerve to fall asleep so quickly, and I’d better get my pet on if I know what’s good for me.

So I always oblige; he and I have an agreement from way back when he was a kitten that if he ever jumps up to see me, I will always reward him with some love.  So I smooth his fur, and rub his belly, and play with his tail.  When I get tired, I put my arm down.  But he’s not satisfied, no, he always buries his face into my hand, or arm, or hip, or whatever is closest to him, demanding again that I give him attention one last time. 

He then proceeds to find a place to rest, usually in the curve of my knees, and continues to purr, singing to me his contentment and giving his last effort to keep me awake.