Rough night, long day

The title describes the thing.

A very disturbed night with the beagle. Something was clearly not right.

I got in touch with the vet first thing and booked her in to be seen this afternoon, and then I sent them a couple of videos of her trying to sleep. They called straight back once they saw them and asked me to get her in there asap. Obviously, her whimpers and shaking concerned them from a potential sepsis point of view.

But once we’d got her there (25 minutes later), and they’d taken her temperature, they were less concerned. To be honest, I had considered the sepsis thing, but her disturbances were sporadic and far from continuous. Also, they tended to be at the end of her analgesic cycle, which was a good clue.

So she’s spent the afternoon high as a kite on a drip of ketamine, morphine and lignocaine, and we have a new regimen of painkillers for her. I, tired and emotional, asked the vet if I could have any leftover drip, but he said that the best he could do was some gabapentin. Meh.

I’m looking forward to a sleepier, happier (more productive?) beagle tonight. She’s just wandered drunkenly into my office and crashed out in the corner. And some sleep for me would be great, too.
If United weren’t playing at 10, I’d be in bed already. If I’m being honest, I’m really not sure how I’m going to stay up for the match anyway. But we’ll give it a go.

UTB. See you on the other side.

Too much

Yesterday was a busy day and I did a lot of standing and a lot of driving. Not usually a big deal, but my ankle was not too happy with the whole situation and is painfully protesting today. And so the plan is to chill out a little more today: bit of ice on the leg, get a few jobs done around the house, braai some sausages for dinner, watch a bit of football and maybe even grab a nap during some of the 7½ hours of power cuts we get to enjoy endure.

Last week of school for the kids coming up, then it’s Egypt for one of them and several (or more) weeks of holiday for the other.

Where did 2022 go?

Tonight’s experiment

Tonight’s experiment: doing a pub quiz on 4½ hours sleep.

Last month’s control experiment (normal amount of sleep) went really well, so it’ll be interesting to see if there’s any change this time around.

But last night was Round 5 of the FA Cup and we needed extra time to overcome a plucky Reading side. That extra half hour (plus a bit for changeovers and post-match comments etc) plus the 2 hour time difference are what’s done the damage. I’m struggling to stay awake now and it’s only lunchtime.

Tonight might be a bit of a mess. Oh dear.

School night rookie error

Last night was great fun. A few friends round for a braai, several (or more) beers and an awful lot of really good wine. There was much merriment, some really well-cooked fillet and everyone had a really good time.

But partying on a school night? Rookie error.

This morning, as perhaps you may already have imagined, was less good. Mild dehydration coupled with a distinct lack of sleep and sprinkled with a topping of new medical waste disposal guidelines and international conference calls at work.

Never party on a school night. Move either the party or the school.
Because it is plainly clear that you really can’t do both. Not at my age.

The consequences of my foolishness are several-fold:

– I’m really rather grumpy and have shouted at the new medical waste guidelines quite a lot because they are rubbish. (In my defence, they were already rubbish before last night’s shenanigans.)
– I have drunk almost all the coffee in Cape Town. And as any fule kno,  that’s a lot of coffee – mainly because of all the huge coffee plantations and associated agriculture just downstream from the Theewaterskloof Dam.
– I’m almost certainly not going to be able to stay up to watch the Magic of the FA Cup 3rd Round this evening. The Tall Accountant tells me that “Liverpool will clobber them” (“them” being Everton). I’ll just have to find out in the morning.
– It’s gone 4pm and I’ve only just remembered that I have to write a blog post today. Even though I have to write a blog post every day.
– I am tired in all eleven official national languages and I still have 3 pages of technical stuff to read, digest, cogitate and forget. Back to it.

Lesson learned.

Until next time.