2:35 p.m. If you love me, send me your spare Valium.
Here's my schedule for the past couple of days:
FRIDAY:
Wake up 3:30 a.m. Surveillance until 12:00 p.m.
Take 1 1/2 hour nap in McDonald's parking lot before starting another surveillance at 3:00 p.m.
In the MEANTIME, I go on call for the ME's office from noon until 4:00 p.m. Overlap..not good. Hoping nobody dies.
Surveillance lasts until 7:00 p.m. because I lose the guy in Chicago traffic. This is the second time I lost this guy. The client will not be happy. Too tired to care.
SATURDAY:
Grateful nobody died Friday afternoon.
On call with ME's office from 12:00 a.m. until 11:59 p.m.
Get called out to a scene at 3:30 a.m. for a guy who fell and hit his head. Pull on some jeans and a sweatshirt. Brush teeth. Look in mirror. Wonder why I am doing this to myself. Go to scene. Upset family. I end up deciding not to bring the guy in because the fall was from him dying..not the other way around. He was a very sick man. I call the family doctor to make sure he will sign the death certificate. Doc says he's down with that. Cool.
At 5:45 a.m. While heading home, I get called by dispatch again. This time on a hospice case. Don't have to go out since it is a natural death and they are just reporting it to me.
At 5:50 a.m. I get home, grab a few things and leave for surveillance of the guy that I lost last night. I drive by his house. No activity.
At 7:00 a.m. I come home. Sleep. Yes.
At 11:25 a.m. Wake up to beeper. Another case. Hospital ER death. Guy had a significant medical hx so I turn him down and tell the ER to contact his family doc to sign the DC.
At 11:30 a.m. Pack up and drive by guy's house again. No activity.
At 1:00 p.m. Come home. Sleep. Yes.
At 2:00 p.m. Wake up. Work on proposal. Get a few more pages done.
At 4:30 p.m. Get showered and dressed for a date. Fall asleep during movie. Wonder if the guy minds that I drooled on his shoulder.
At 10:30 p.m. Come home from date.
At 10:45 p.m. Talk to Light-Haired Man on phone.
At 11:45 p.m. Go to sleep.
SUNDAY:
At 4:30 a.m. Wake up. Check email. Find out the surveillance I'm supposed to go on this morning has been postponed. Hooray!!! Go back to bed.
At 11:25 a.m. Wake up, again. Good lord. I almost slept for 12 hours. I remember that I am on call again for the ME's office in a half hour and take a quick shower...brush teeth.
At 11:45 a.m. Panic attack. Overwhelmed. Eight million things to do. Three reports for the ME to write. Several cases to reassign for my PI job and two cases to write up. Proposal to write. And I have to clean my house so that I can call the landlord to come fix my heater that isn't working and the toilet I broke a couple weeks ago.
At 11:35 a.m. Call Light-Haired Man. Break down in tears. Tell him I'm going to jump and I mean it.
At 12:00 p.m. Gather up my papers and my computer and go to the diner down the street. Set up at a booth. Work and drink tea. Eat food. Oh yeah....forgot about food. Food is good.
At 2:00 p.m. Come home. Feel much better. Will be speaking in complete sentences again in no time.
I miss you guys. I will come up for air again really soon.
13 comments:
Slow down, you move too fast, got to make the morning last...
Courtesy of Simon & Garfunkel.
Valium? It seems like Ketamine might be a better choice ..... In all seriousness you are obviously very busy, try to make some time for yourself, you know for those necessities of life like food and sleep!
one should consider home remedies, perhaps dear ol dad has one. Heaven knows I learned one or two in a house by a corn field, including some that mother told me never to play with, let alone gargle. Could he possibly have remedies for slightly less than centered daughters who decide to take on more than one job? Darlin' get some sleep - and while you're at it, have fewer jobs mon.
LOL Molly Sue
Date and a blonde hair guy? Is there 2 men in Polly's life?
Alas, Polly, I didn't win the lottery again this week. I was hoping I could so I could rescue you from all that brouhaha.
Thanks for the drugs, songs, drano to sniff, and almost lottery winnings. Y'all are the best of the best.
I'm on surveillance. I am trying very hard not to fall asleep. Somebody pinch me...
*Pinch*
Wake up skipper
Isn't Skipper Barbie's little sister?
Or else the fat old guy on Gilligan's Island...
Or, in my case, a term of endearment I use with my friends. ;)
Polly! Damn - that sounds like a MONTH'S worth of activities for me! Just keep focussed on Vegas - we'll make sure you have a good de-stressing weekend!
sarcasmo - not skipper. Polly is more like a "Sparky the Wonder Horse"
Or Harvey the Wonder Hamster
For an explanation of Harvey Click Here.
Polly, what Higgy said. Only 4 more days.
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