I’m a Dad

Hallucinations

I woke up this morning and my bedside clock read 6:21. Somehow, in my mind, this just didn’t look right. The numbers looked funky, like they weren’t really numbers. I wondered to myself “did someone turn my clock upside down?” I rearranged the thing in my mind and decided that 15:6 wasn’t really a valid time. I looked again “maybe my mind is transposing nubers, maybe it’s only 9 something.” I discarded this notion imeadiately, remembered going to bed after ER. I turned over and looked at Jen’s clock: 6:21. Dang! Her numbers looked like they were supposed to, too. The only thing for it, I decided, was to go back to sleep.

When I woke up again at 7:16 and realized I had about 20 minutes to get up, take a shower, get dressed and get to the train station (I almost made it too) the numbers looked all too real.

What’s wrong with me? I’ve had so much trouble getting out of bed on time lately. Jen offered the explanation that maybe the baby waking up in the night was keeping me from getting enough sleep. But I don’t REMEMBER the baby waking up. I don’t feel tired throughout the day; I just can’t seem to get out of bed in the morning. A few times I attributed it to the taking of either Vicadin or Soma (a muscle relaxer), or both, before bed, but I haven’t taken either of those before bed in over a week.

I just don’t get it