Viral Season

My laundry spreading across my couch, my living room transitioned into a changing room, my sink full of dishes. My dog perplexed.

90 hours in two weeks and awake for 32 hours straight after 16 busy clinical hours.

Sleep deprivation is beginning to take its toll and yet I am not climbing into bed. WHY did I inherit – and yes I inherited this “trait” – the desire to stay up beyond a reasonable time?? What is really going to happen at this hour? What am I going to accomplish?

The effects of sleep deprivation. It reminds me of the RadioLab podcast on Limits (human limits to be specific). I’m always intrigued by the consequences of sleep deprivation. There are subtle and err, not so subtle clues that I am no longer operating at full capacity… altered sentence structure, jumbled words, a general inability to engage, a diluted sense of humor, and discovering (10 hours later) that I’ve failed to put my underwear on correctly. And I was the driver tonight?!

We’ve all put our underwear on inside out. That’s standard practice – at least I think it is…

We’ve all gotten to work, found ourselves in the bathroom stall peering down at our underwear, recollecting the moment we dressed ourselves in haste, contemplating how we managed to put them on inside out. BUT today, 10 hours and 3 liters of water later - necessitating several trips to the bathroom, I found myself at home, in my own bathroom, discovering for the FIRST time… not only were (are) my underwear on inside out but I failed to put my legs through the leg holes. That’s right. The lovely embroidered edge of my underwear is now the crotch, the crotch is now the waistband. Why change it now… I’m going to bed (maybe).

Does Jazz notice? And yes, she’s in the bathroom too, because why not accompany your fearless leader to the bathroom? She might, she just MIGHT finish the toilet paper and it makes perfect sense to be included in all apartment happenings.

So no, she doesn’t notice, she’s tasked with monitoring our toilet paper supply. You never know when we are going to run out of toilet paper but rest assured, she’ll be the first to sound the alarm. First she’ll stand and stare at the empty toilet paper roll, and then there will be some kicking and stomping, followed by some whining, topped off with barking. Clearly an alarm worth escalating until the proper response is achieved.

Off to find a second glass of wine, an ice cream sandwich to top off a delicious Vietnamese dinner and hopefully my bed, if I can make myself strip down to the bare embroidered crotch essentials and climb in.