This Is the Voice of Delirium

13 Jul
Bed di Ivàn Navarro

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I can’t remember the last time I slept.

I’m sure I slept some time ago – I just couldn’t really tell you when because quite frankly, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on right now.  My life is currently being supported by a bag full of legal drugs including caffeine pills, energy shots, and a horde of Starbucks doubleshots.

I’m sure there were a slew of bad decisions that led to this, but mostly I blame my father, my birthday, and babies.

On Monday evening my dad needed a 60-page thesis reviewed for final edits.  And make no mistake: verbally guiding your average keyboard-pecking baby boomer through edits over the phone is no quick task.  It took a complete five and a half hours from start to finish and while I was more than ready to turn in at 4:00am Tuesday morning, I remembered I still had a blog post to write.

You’d think after  190-something blog posts in a row, writing one wouldn’t be something that has to make it on my “remember to do” list – but when sleepless, my idiocy knows no bounds.

I decided it was best to sleep at 4am and wake at 6am to write the post that would be published by 9.  I woke, I wrote, I went to work., and looked forward to tasting the sweet, full-bodied flavor of sleep last night.    Being my birthday and all, my work day was pretty easy to stay awake through with all the happy wishing and whatnot.  I left the building promptly at 5pm to be greeted by my wonderful Dave, who soon realized that the car would not turn over and take us home.

It mocked us.

It was a lack of fuel parading as a dead battery, and while I appreciated getting it started and finally heading home, I did not appreciate the sleep time it cost me.  I got home at 7pm with no time to nap before my 8pm birthday dinner date with friends.     One large dinner and several large drinks later, I went home to happily sink into the beautiful nest of pillows and covers that never looked better but was greeted by a text proclaiming my sister-in-law was in labor.  I called, I texted, I rejoiced, and then finally sank into my  nest of hibernation.

Until my brother and father mentioned that they’d actually prefer I be there in person for the baby’s arrival: an unanticipated notion given that I had planned to drive in this weekend to spend time with everyone.  I woke, Dave drove, I arrived at the waiting room at 3:00am, almost 2 days sleepless and chock full of every caffeine pill, shot, and drink convenience stores had to offer.

At 4:57am  in a full zombie state I helped welcome into this world a moist, pasty new member of the family and was crowned with aunthood.  I smiled, I rejoiced, I hugged, and then promptly noticed it was 6:05am and time to head back home.  Dave drove, I supported his efforts from the passenger’s seat, and we arrived at 9:45am, just in time for me to show up very late to work.  There, I will stare at my screen, click on emails, and ponder the intricacies of human language at a pace approximately ten times slower than normal.  At the conclusion of my workday I will virtually have been awake for 56 hours straight and almost entirely non-functioning.

Yesterday a friend wished me a “very blogworthy” birthday.  I considered it the best wish of all.  And seeing as how I’ve had a car breakdown, a birthday experience, absolutely zero sleep, and a baby delivery, I’d say it certainly came true.

If only she would have wished I also had the mental faculties at the end of the day to be clever about it all. 

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23 Responses to “This Is the Voice of Delirium”

  1. Bridgesburning Chris King July 13, 2011 at 11:02 am #

    Jackie this is a fabulous post. I am just sorry it was at the cost of your slumbers. Please tell me you have slept since!

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 3:37 pm #

      Thanks, Chris 🙂 And only a tad, but I’m slowly getting there.

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  2. egills July 13, 2011 at 11:13 am #

    I’d say welcoming a new sprog into the world was a perfect end to your Birthday ( especially one you get to hand back ).
    I’d also say that the lack of sleep for nearly 60 hours is good practice for if you ever decide to join your sister-in-law in motherhood…
    Hope you’ve caught up on your sleep now though!

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 3:36 pm #

      sprog is the best word ever. 🙂

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  3. Ro July 13, 2011 at 11:29 am #

    For what it’s worth- I’ve laughed at your expense.
    I hope you get plenty of beautiful, wonderful sleep tonight. Seriously. Go to bed.

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 3:36 pm #

      so glad you giggle at my misery. 😛 otherwise, it wouldn’t be worth it.

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  4. misswhiplash July 13, 2011 at 11:31 am #

    Oh! you poor thing! That sounds like a nightmare…maybe by now you have had some sleep

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 3:35 pm #

      just a tad 🙂 I have made plans for a weekend of rest, per Chris’ (bridgesburning) suggestion.

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  5. Jessica July 13, 2011 at 11:51 am #

    OMG I can’t even imagine. I would not have the strength and probably would have just called out sick. I don’t promote using sick time frivolously but no sleep for that long rates reason enough to use sick time in my book. As you say, how useful and effective can you be in such a state anyway? Hope your boss appreciates your dedication. Speaking of, I got an interesting book for my birthday that you might appreciate – 50 Bosses Worse Than Yours. 🙂

    Rest well when you finally can. I bet you sleep 10 hours straight.

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  6. Tara July 13, 2011 at 12:17 pm #

    Oh my god! Your will power is amazing! I think I would have slept in a war zone and risked death after that long without sleep! My hat goes off to you great lady.

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 12:03 pm #

      haha thanks, Tara. It will be a story for the ages!

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  7. pegoleg July 13, 2011 at 12:25 pm #

    Your brain with a dead battery does better than many with a full charge. Hope you are down to sleep and dreaming deep before too long.

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 12:03 pm #

      haha thanks, Peg. It sure doesn’t feel like it. I wasn’t even sure these were full sentences at the time.

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  8. Lori July 13, 2011 at 1:12 pm #

    I envy your work ethic. I would have called in sick.

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 12:02 pm #

      admire? Maybe. Envy? never. this is not healthy.

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  9. Momma July 13, 2011 at 1:38 pm #

    I’m so proud of you! Your crazy daughter of mine. Your brother was a zombie by the time I rode home with him to make sure he got there safe….I finally got some sleep after being up for 29 hours but could only sleep for 3 hours. I’m so happy and hyper. Ready to go back to the hospital for some more baby loving…See you tihs weekend…..Get some beautiful sleep. You have my work ethic but even I didn’t go to work this morning.

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 12:02 pm #

      it’s your fault I’m like this 😛

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  10. thesinglecell July 13, 2011 at 7:19 pm #

    Um… you’re insane. I mean, I get it, but still. (Right, I know, what choices did you have? Well, calling out of work would have been definite. I got plenty of sleep when my nephs were born and still called out of work. BTW, what kind of kid did she have?) Happy birthday, SUPER-Happy Aunthood Day, and GO TO BED!

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 12:00 pm #

      Yeah, but my boss is killer. Like, a murderer. 🙂 Thank you so much!!!!

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    • Jackie July 17, 2011 at 12:01 pm #

      oh – and a son. Nephew, entirely human – 21 inches, almost 8 pounds, born 2 weeks early 🙂

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  11. Jules July 13, 2011 at 9:04 pm #

    Nobody is going to care of your needs better than yourself. It pays to prioritize. Would I have lost sleep to watch my in-law give birth? Nope. Now go get some sleep you crazy person you.

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