Awake

I normally drink half a cup of coffee and one cup of green tea in a day.

Today, I had 2.5 cups of coffee, 4 cups of tea, and 20 oz. caffeinated soda. I waltzed through the day in a bizarre, wired, shaky fog. I found some things inadvertently hilarious and generally entertained myself with random inappropriate comments.

I’m not really sure what I said to whom at work today or what I actually did at work. I was hugely productive, so I must have done something other than sit there in a daze. Lil didn’t have to hit me or drag me outside to shut me up, so it can’t have been that bad. Hopefully I didn’t piss anyone off or make any huge mistakes.

I’m still awake. Wired. Jittery. I don’t want to be.

I must be manic.

Aya has had two doses of a sulfa antibiotic. I guess we’ll see if she inherited my allergy; hopefully, not. She says her head and throat are feeling all better. And for a while, her stomach was feeling “a little bit better,” but after she tried to go to sleep, it started hurting again. She seems in good spirits, though. Cheerful, animated, playful.

The only thing she remembers from last night was the warm blanket. Not the unfamiliar place. Not the sick, sad people. Not the glaring lights and cacophony of pain and fear. Just blankets.

She has her priorities straight.

I hate worrying.  I wish she was all better, all over.