Had another accident
Immediately after my last post, I had a week of insomnia. Serious insomnia.
My demons seem to like to stop by after midnight and stay for a spell.
After about four days I took some serious sleep meds and woke up in daze at 3AM on my floor.
And a lotta blood. A whole mask of blood, in fact, courtesy of a two-inch gash on my eyebrow and blood all over my face. No idea what I hit but I probably tripped on a chair.
Me: Sorry to wake you. I had something happen and I need you to do two things: (a) Call me in three hours and make sure I wake up? And (b) do me a solid and come by tomorrow to watch the kid?
Gymgirl: What? Why?
Me: It’s a long story. But I need your help. Can do those two things for me?
Her: I’ll call you in three hours and see you as soon as I can.
She called me and I woke up.
The crazy glue kept the wound closed and I managed to drop the kid off at his daycare. Gymgirl would watch after him after his sitter.
Because I had to go to the ER and I had enough goddamn experience to know it’d take all day.
Surprisingly, the local medimerge said that they had a plastic surgeon that could patch me up. In six hours. Downtown. So I made it back home, crawled into bed and slept until it was time to make it downtown, which I somehow did.
Doctor: That’s quite a cut
Me: I always go for the superlative.
Took 13 stitches to patch me up. Had rough flashbacks the whole time.
Took a cab home cause I was so out of it that I was sure I’d end up in the train tracks otherwise.
Me: How’s the kid?
Gymgirl: He’s good. How are you? (looks at me) You look OK. You look like you’re wearing makeup.
Me: That’s the look I’m going for.
My demons come at me after midnight. Wish they wouldn’t.
Then again, I wish for a lotta things.
Location: home, sick and in pain, again
Mood: just @#$@#$@# peachy, again
Music: my life has been a silent fight to be ok