Tired

[mbarrick]

Holy crap I am tired. The past two nights the world has conspired to prevent me from sleeping. Sunday night I decided, because of a deadline at work, not to go to Sanctuary despite it being the first night at Sonar. I'll have plenty of opportunities to photograph the club in the future, so I took the more prudent course of action-- and regretted it. It was too damn hot to sleep. As I lay there, not sleeping, until well after 2 a.m. all I could think was, "If I had gone out I would just be getting home now, I'd be just as tired, but I would at least have a few pictures to show for it and would have had more fun." Some time after two I did manage to nod-off, only to be woken up at 3:50 a.m. and then not being able to get back to sleep again because of the heat. Showing up for work Monday morning on less than two hours sleep is not my idea of fun.

Nonetheless I made it through the day relatively well. In the evening, I pulled my old Underwood typewriter out onto the balcony table and sat outside and finally managed to get a first draft of my artist's bio written up.

Being in a zombie-like state of over-tiredness I inadvertently let a little too much time slip by while playing Sim City in the later evening and was slightly horrified when I realized it was a little after midnight and my chances of catching up on my sleep were already shot to hell. I managed to get myself into bed sometime around 12:30 or so, with the prospect of what I hoped would be at least a decent 7-hour sleep before the alarm went off.

It wasn't in the cards.

Around 2:30 I heard a knock at the door (exhausted or not, I am I light sleeper). It was our downstairs neighbour in a very distraught state. Her cat was very ill and she had no idea where to take it at that hour. I was a more than a little tired and quite befuddled at that moment. I fumbling tried to give directions to the animal emergency on 4th Ave., she thanked me and left. I went back toward the bed and realized my directions must have been nonsense and couldn't just go back to bed. Instead I put my glasses on and a proper pair of pants (as opposed to pyjama pants) and went downstairs to give better directions and help.

I drew a map, helped her find the place in the phone book for the exact address and phone number to give to a cabbie, and found out what was wrong with the cat. Apparently the cat had been going insane and having psychotic episodes. The owner's arm was covered in bites and she had two stitches below her right ear where the cat had gone for her throat. The cat had been on prozac for a while and it just wasn't effective anymore and the cat had attacked her again. At roughly 3:30 in the morning I found myself wrestling a psychotic cat into a cat carrier.

Afterwords I was worried my directions were bad, worried about the cat, and worried about the neighbour and so couldn't get to sleep again. However tired I was yesterday, it pales in comparison to today.

This morning our teary-eyed and equally exhausted neighbour came up and told Elaine that the cat had to be put down. Elaine bought her some flowers, having had to have her own cat put down about two years ago and so knowing first hand how she must feel. This afternoon our neighbour came up to drop off an unopened box of litter and an unfinished bag of cat-food in thanks for what little assistance I was able to offer. Seeing tharsis and _jazz_ she began to cry again. Poor girl...

Comments

[sugar-lust.livejournal.com]

Aww that's so sad but at least she has nice neighbors such as yourselves to have helped her.

As for the heat I can relate to not sleeping well, I'm on the ground floor so I can't leave the windows open all that much for fear of a break in or the cats getting out. Plus Newbie's Oscar doesn't get along with my cats so we lock him and Tryke in the bedroom with us at night so the door is closed and it gets incredibly stuffy. After a few nights of not sleeping all that well I was so exhausted last night that I did eventually get some sleep...so there is hope for you yet. Your body will eventually just shut down like mine did.

[kitsune-13.livejournal.com]

horrid to hear about your neighbour's little muffin...has she herself been treated for the bites? What if the cat was rabid?

Don't worry about Sanctuary...it was a shitload of fun! Imagine a cross btwn the Onion and The Palladium!! Wowzers! I brought my camera and will be putting the pics up on the pit in a day or two, so you can scoop em for Goth BC.

I know what you're saying about the heat..our place is a friggin oven, even with the A/C cranked day and night on the highest setting, it's still over 25 degrees Celsius in here. Sleeping has been on the couches, and the cats have been practically ill from the heat.

Barf.............I wish it was Fall!!

[cheekydevil.livejournal.com]

Funny you should make that analogy - I totally see Sonar as a cross between the P.O. and the Palladium as well. Cool, eh?

[seymour-glass.livejournal.com]

that's shitty...every pet owner's worst nightmare...strange world we live in when cats are on prozac...i feel bad for your neighbour...and you did what you could...i've been to that hospital to get fatty x-rays once...the heat is brutal, eh??? i didn't get to sleep until after 2 last night...and i hate when time slips away when playing sim city or civilization...you always have to do one more thing or make one more milestone...ha ha...then that turns into another...