Animal intuition...
It's a fact, cats know nothing about hospitals, operations or much else about the human condition. It's 3am the following morning and howls of "C'mon, where are you? This really isn't fair, I'm hungry and I've never been fed in my entire life and I need attention right now!!!" drift up from the bottom of the stairs... in cat language of course.
I sit upright in bed and squint at the clock with my eyes still half closed. Then my right hand wakes up moments later with a hot rush of sensations to remind me of the previous days proceedings... and why you're better off staying asleep when it hurts! Still, I know the pitiful yowls of despair from downstairs will not subside until fresh food and water had been provided. I stumbled downstairs to be greeted by another unpleasant sensation, this time in my nostrils as the toe-curling aroma of the cats latest offering emerges from the box in her room. Any thoughts that she might actually sense my discomfort and go easy on me for a couple of days quickly evaporate - it's business as usual. So much for animal intuition!
Returning to bed the unique mixture of throbbing, burning, stinging and aching persuaded me that I'd had as much sleep as I was going to get. So what next? Can't concentrate on a book. My eyes see the words but somehow the meanings just don't register. A bath perhaps? Dire warnings about not getting my arm and the plaster wet scare me off having a nocturnal dip, besides how can you relax with your arm above your head? I suppose there's always TV, but have you ever tried watching TV at 3:30am? It's the landfill of TV programming - all the unwanted junk that has to be buried away so that it doesn't pollute our daily lives. In the end I decide to sit in the study and listen to music. Just dictating words into the journal is one thing, but trying to navigate menus & buttons with the mouse in my left hand is still a frustrating sequence of mostly random movements. Finally I manage it and sit back with my arm draped over the back of the chair. As I close my eyes to listen I hear "Meeeeowww"....
It's a fact, cats know nothing about hospitals, operations or much else about the human condition. It's 3am the following morning and howls of "C'mon, where are you? This really isn't fair, I'm hungry and I've never been fed in my entire life and I need attention right now!!!" drift up from the bottom of the stairs... in cat language of course.
I sit upright in bed and squint at the clock with my eyes still half closed. Then my right hand wakes up moments later with a hot rush of sensations to remind me of the previous days proceedings... and why you're better off staying asleep when it hurts! Still, I know the pitiful yowls of despair from downstairs will not subside until fresh food and water had been provided. I stumbled downstairs to be greeted by another unpleasant sensation, this time in my nostrils as the toe-curling aroma of the cats latest offering emerges from the box in her room. Any thoughts that she might actually sense my discomfort and go easy on me for a couple of days quickly evaporate - it's business as usual. So much for animal intuition!
Returning to bed the unique mixture of throbbing, burning, stinging and aching persuaded me that I'd had as much sleep as I was going to get. So what next? Can't concentrate on a book. My eyes see the words but somehow the meanings just don't register. A bath perhaps? Dire warnings about not getting my arm and the plaster wet scare me off having a nocturnal dip, besides how can you relax with your arm above your head? I suppose there's always TV, but have you ever tried watching TV at 3:30am? It's the landfill of TV programming - all the unwanted junk that has to be buried away so that it doesn't pollute our daily lives. In the end I decide to sit in the study and listen to music. Just dictating words into the journal is one thing, but trying to navigate menus & buttons with the mouse in my left hand is still a frustrating sequence of mostly random movements. Finally I manage it and sit back with my arm draped over the back of the chair. As I close my eyes to listen I hear "Meeeeowww"....
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