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May 25, 2005 Have you ever had one of those nights that no matter what you do, you just can’t sleep? Well this is one of those nights for me. It’s well past midnight; I’ve popped in the DVD of “Animal House.” I took my medications hours ago, even the Vicodin that the doctor has placed me back on because I lifted the baby and popped my hip at the spine where I have a ruptured disk. The dosage on the Vicodin is so high that it should bring down a bull moose. But here I am in my ‘jammies, propped up and writing in the hopes that it will relax me enough to sleep. So I decided to write a column about my insomnia during a manic phase. Today, I cleaned out my daughter’s room, finding my clothes that she had taken (Or should I say borrowed and never gave back?) and separated what needed to be washed, what was winter from spring/summer clothing. Boxed up the winter clothing and made a pile of what needs to be washed. I found purses that belonged to me, I found scarves that belonged to me; I took nails, pounded them into the walls and hung up the scarves and found a container to decoratively hold the purses. In the wall are my butterfly wings hanging over roses that I had painted. I rearranged all my makeup and threw out the colors that were wrong for me or the pieces that were left without a lid and therefore gathered all kinds of gunk. It was during rest time with the baby that I discovered that something was wrong with my left hip and my left leg was going numb. I called my doctor and told him what was going on and he called my pharmacy and prescribed two different medications for me and set up an appointment for me for next week. I called my best friend Greg to see if he could pop by and pick up my medications for me, and he said “Sure thing, no problem.” That is one of the endearing things about Greg and Wanda, they are there for me at a moment’s notice. But then Greg’s work called him because someone didn’t show up for work and he needs the overtime bad. So I had to wait for Dan to come home. I hate lying in bed in pain and my oldest son brings his friends over and they stand there at the end of my bed and look at me like I am a beached whale or something. You would think they had never seen someone sick before. Then I had to get up, put on my back brace, brave the pain and using my crutches, I had to make dinner for everyone as my oldest son is just 9 and I don’t trust him around the oven just yet. When Dan got home and found out I had been out of bed to cook, boy did I get a lecture that made me feel like I was a kid again. I hate to be lectured and I hate being sick or hurt. I’m tired of being treated like an invalid and I do have a house and family to take care of and it just makes me mad because I can’t take care of them while on crutches and in a back brace. But I guess I have to do what the doctor says, after all, he spent his parents money to learn this medicine stuff didn’t he? ------------ About the author: Kaycee Nilson has completed her first novel, "Night Falls on Chicago." The first two chapters can be viewed at http://www.KayceeNilson.com. Besides writing columns for Useless-Knowledge, Kaycee is currently working on two more novels, "From the Mind of a Vampire", and "I'll Love You Til You Die." If you have enjoyed what you read, or would like to leave Kaycee a message, please visit her message board at http://www.KayceeNilson.com/Board Email: Kaycee@kayceenilson.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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