Pain Delirium and a Dog With a Sense of Humor

There is nothing like being in that lack of sleep, pain delirium and having a dog with a sense of humor. The past few days since the hospital fun have been short on sleep and high on pain and medicine. Which makes for that kind of delirious sleep where you wake up enough to know you are awake but can’t quite focus on what is going on.

I found sleep elusive but when it finally hit, I found I slept hard. This is the kind of sleep my sons loved when younger for they would ask me could they do something and no telling the answer I would give. I had to make a “rule” that said “if Mom is sleeping, the answers do not count” to keep from finding out later I gave them permission to ask all their friends over for a party or drive the car, etc.

Last nite, I was not sleeping well and the couple of times I slept I was in that dead zone. One of those times my Jack once again managed to trick me and I know he was sitting over there laughing like this:

video by BafoDeChucrute

First, let me explain two things. I sleep in a hospital bed with the control on that long cord. The other thing is , son has my oxygen hose strung across the ceiling and goes through a pipe up at the top of the wall over my door so that the machine is out in the other room. Because of the night lights on all over the house, that hole leaves a nice glow at night.

Now, to Jack and his sense of humor. Evidentially, I did not hear him scratching the shredding machine  wanting me to wake up because he was hungry. So, left to his own devices, Jack decides to use another method that he has been known to use in the past.  Now, had I not been sleep deprived, in pain and on medication, I might have realized this is what he was doing.

I wake up to this sensation of going upward….my legs and my feet both are moving up and first thing that crosses my mind is that God has come to get me. I am talking and saying “God is that you?”  I am looking around frantically and see this glowing tube and my exhausted brain thinks “there is the “light” everyone talks about and I start hollering  “I am coming. I see the Light. I see the light”.

Next thing I know, son is shaking me and saying  “Mama, Mama….are you ok” and when I open my eyes, I see son and think “Gosh, God took him too” and say “oh, you are here too?”  Son is well familiar with me dreaming and sees Jack sitting by the bed where the remote to the bed is hanging and figures out what is going on and starts laughing. He had heard me talking but thought at first I was talking to Jack and then realized I was dreaming again.

He tells me Jack is messing with my bed again and I look towards that side and there Jack sits with that big toothy grin only a dog can make and I swear he is laughing. So, the moral of this story is never trust a dog like Jack when you are in a hospital bed and in pain and sleeping.

And be sure and pinch your son when he comes close for mine is sticking his head in the door and saying  “seen the light mama?”  and then starts singing  ♫♫I SEE THE LIGHT♫♫ as he dances in and out the door.