Thoughts From the Graveyard Shift

January 16th, 2011 by Conor

Michelle made me laugh when I told her she had to keep knitting because sales were booming. With a smile on her face she confidently said with a smile: “If he can go through this, I can knit.”

Danny tossed a pillow out of his bed. He is frustrated, however, I have seen him do things like this at home when he is sleeping on the couch. It is a sign of good things to come.

He seems restless. He is going to want to do some serious physical activity after all this is over.

Bad Dreams… How about the worst dream that you ever had. Really, take a second and think of a memorable horrible dream. Now imagine that it’s real… That is unfortunately what I fear Danny is about to go through. My guess, and most people’s experiences suggest that he will not remember the incident that led him to this state. So, imagine you are asleep and you wake up in a room you have never been to. There is an eerie sound of someone breathing a little too loud. People are hovering over you and trying to communicate with you. They want you to give them a thumbs up. You don’t want to do it because things are not all good. You do it anyway because you desperately want them to shut up, the sound of their voice is painful to your swollen brain. You try to ask what happened but something is blocking your ability to speak. You can feel an uncomfortable tube penetrating an area of your neck that you would otherwise not want anyone touching. A single tear slowly forms out of the corner of your eye because you are scared, very, very, scared. You know something is wrong but you don’t know what. You begin to try to wipe the corner of your eye with your hand but restraints make it impossible. The sedatives kick in and you slip away into a deep sleep while the single tear slides down your cheek… Now imagine doing that every 4-6 hours.

I just ate Brocoli alfredo at 5:40 AM. That is a first. It was absolutely delicious but wow life is getting pretty strange. On the same note I now wake up, on average, with 1 hour left of daylight. It’s pretty weird because I really love the outdoors and I don’t really get much of that either right now. I guess it will all be that much better when I get back out there.

Another night down. Love you Danny… Can’t wait to give you an EPIC hug after all this!


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