And lie down in a creamy bed in a romantic position..........Last night was fucked up. Suffice to say that I ended up dragging my ass to clinic at eight this morning after only two and a half hours sleep. And no, it wasn't for fun reasons either. I had no less than three if not emergencies, then quite pressing problems occur simultaneously. It all started yesterday afternoon when Ashley called to see if James and I wanted to go with Gote and her to Q's House for the radio show. This was while James was still in work. In short order it was decided for him that we would go. ^_^;;;Then the rest of the evening proper was mostly pretty normal, though very cool. Q and his ladyfriend, Jess, (I'm not sure as to the exact nature of their relationship, as it was not explained to me) were very kind hosts and we had a lot of fun hanging out while the show was recorded. Then after that we went back to Gote's, where I had left my car, and went our separate ways. Ashley was quite anxious to get her inhaler, which she had left at her house in New Smyrna, and James and I both had to be up for eight the next day, so we went straight back to my house. Now, it is important to note that while the show was being recorded, I turned my phone on "silent." That comes in to play later.So, James and I arrive back at my house at around midnight and endeavor to have some of our delightful banana cream cheesecake. We let the dogs out to run around as we secured our desired confections. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see Erik, the great dane I'm dogsitting, sink to the floor, unable to get back up. He's scared and panicky, and I immediately move to calm him. I try to help him stand up, but he cannot. Slowly, a puddle of strong-smelling urine starts to seep out from underneath him. I become very worried then, wondering what could cause him to loose the ability to walk and control of his bladder so completely and all at once. He starts crying and I stop thinking about the whys, only how I can clean him up and get him some place comfortable. With much effort, James and I manage to dry him up some and move him toward my room. He fell down again right in front of the door to my room, which is right next to the front door. I get a towel and properly clean him off before I let him lie on my bed. Right as James and I start to help him to his feet again, there is a knock at the door. It was Sherri. As soon as we let her in, she tells me that Ashley and Gote are stranded on the highway. Gote's car has died, and they need someone to help them. All three of them, Ashley, Gote, and Sherri, had been calling me for quite some time but to no avail. I remember then that I had not taken my phone off silent. So, once Erik was securely placed on my bed and seemed content there, I sent James to bed and took Sherri with me on a rescue mission to New Smyrna. The first place we must go is to get Ashley's inhaler, which is still at her house after all. As I pulled up in front of Ashley's house, I say to Sherri, "I'm going to someone's house in the middle of the night to get drugs," and laugh. It didn't take long to find Gote and Ashley stranded by the side of the road after that. They had secured a ride back to Gote's house with the wrecker, so after the tow truck arrives, Sherri and I leave them to it. From that point onward I finally get to talk to Sherri, who was having a shitty night for more reasons than one. I realize that she needs a friend to talk to (as to I, to a lesser extent,) and so we ended up sitting in my car in the driveway until after three in the morning hashing it all out. After she left, I went back inside only to discover that I wasn't tired at all. The excitement of the last three hours didn't exactly lend itself well to restfulness. So, it was after four-thirty before I finally fell asleep. Two and a half hours later, I was up, getting ready, waking James, and at long last eating some of that damn cheesecake that started it all. I went in and saw my patient and then decided to come home, if for no other reason than to check on Erik. Shortly after getting home, I got a call from my friend Theresa, who lives in WV and I don't get to talk to very often. She tells me that one of her best friends died on Monday and we talk for a while. Exhausted, but feeling quite unclean, I take a shower and then pass out at about 10:30 this morning. Two hours later, Ashley calls. Fifteen minutes later, I pass out again. Half an hour later, James calls. I decide to give up sleeping anymore. Time to start it all over again. ^_^;;;