It has been a week of disjointed sleep due to sick children, a sick husband, and a sick puppy! 😦 Yes, even our four-month-old American Collie Lucy was struck by illness after eating a bowl of cat food. I can’t believe that even though I’ve cared for two other dogs, I was ignorant of the dangers of cat food upon dogs’ digestive systems!
Lucy’s malady was my bad. Yesterday I picked up Avonlea at her friend’s house and I brought along Lucy for the ride. We were invited into the friend’s house for a moment, and I was oblivious to a large bowl of cat food in the kitchen by the entrance. Needless to say, Lucy ate that rich cat food in a heartbeat. The poor pup woke up around 2:00 a.m. and had explosive diarrhea covering almost a third of the bedroom floor and spattering the side of a wall! (At least it was a wooden floor and not shag carpet!) It was truly a grisly sight, and the stench could raise the dead. My first thought was “How could something so foul emanate from something so incredibly cute, sweet and fluffy?”
To my complete frustration, after cleaning up the mess and returning to a very poor quality of sleep, I woke up an hour later. I got up due to my daughter’s coughing spell, and so I rose out of bed to dose her with cough medicine. At 3:30 a.m. I drifted into another one of those semi-asleep states that are not refreshing.
These dilemmas I describe are nothing close to crisis-type situations. I thank God for that, since I’ve been through so many emergencies I should be some kind of honorary E.M.T. The reality of my life is that my kids and husband had run-of-the-mill colds and Lucy ate the wrong thing. They didn’t have eyeball-devouring amoebas.
Even so, whenever I lose a lot of sleep I freak out. I worry that my sleep deprivation could trigger mania, since sleep loss has been the reason for my past manias. Most memorably, sleep deprivation due to labor resulted in my becoming manic and my being diagnosed with postpartum bipolar one disorder.
Because of my susceptibility to sleep deprivation-induced mania, I was tempted to take extra Seroquel. I’ve only done that once in the past eleven months I’ve taken it. As alluring as a bigger dose sounded, I desisted. The way I see it, I’m already putting my body through enough stress as it is with my heavy-duty meds. A bigger dose of Seroquel would only serve to create more grogginess the next day. I made sure to work out on my elliptical for forty-five minutes , as cardio exercise always helps me sleep better. I even ate less sugar than usual, as we were out of my beloved Haagen Dazs and Ben & Jerry’s.
Yeah, I’m tired. At least tomorrow’s another day, and I’m hoping to be less tired. My fingers and toes crossed that I won’t feel so zombie-esque. While I had high hopes to write a “good” blog post today, an exciting topic didn’t come to mind, but it still feels nice to write instead of cleaning up puppy diarrhea.
It’s gratifying to know that even if I publish something I’m not thrilled with, I’ll still reach you. I have a feeling you’ll give me a “pass” this time around. Since I’m constantly impressed, entertained and inspired by what pops up in my WordPress Reader, sometimes I feel those posts are a hard act to follow. It’s okay, I can shove my petty insecurities aside, and in any case, I’m not going to lose sleep over that!
And now, as my special treat of the day, I’m going to go browse through my Reader as I relax and prepare for a good night’s sleep. Your blogs never cease to amaze me, and I love reading each post. Thanks for giving me something to look forward to after a tedious day of squabbling children, a puppy with Vesuvius-like bowels, and a sick, crabby partner.
T.G.I.F. (hope yours is great) and have a wonderful weekend!
I’ll be back next Monday. In the meantime, take good care and thanks for reading.