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As some of you who have tracked my articles know, I have Crohn's Diseases and have to get an infusion of what is referred to as a biologic every six to eight weeks. Today (6 May) was one of those days.
The alarm went off at 5 Am and drug me kicking and screaming out of my slumber where I was chasing my naked wife and........Well, you get the idea, great dream interrupted.
I had been up till 1 AM helping my daughter with a project that she had run into problems on. The last one of her Senior year and you wonder why I have gray in my beard. She is the third one, so I am lucky I am not bald by now.
I hurried, with my eyes half closed and me not even awake yet, toward my desk to shut the darn thing off and tripped over the dog. Of course, he yelped and I half fell, half jumped and ended up landing on my wife's feet. "Honeyyyyy.....its the alarm. Shut it off." She whined.
I slipped off the end of the bed and stumbled to the clock. I was already pressing buttons when I realized I had picked up the phone and was dialing God only knows who. With my luck, it was probably ringing the Kremlin Hot line!
"It's the button on top. It's the black button." She cried, as if I could see the color black in a room that could pass for a photographer's dark room.
Oops. I realized that I was now pounding the top of Wii console. I looked around and wondered where I had put my glasses. It is bad enough that the room was extremely dark without the blurred vision, an animal some where on the floor, and an half asleep women whining at a half asleep man.
The alarm whooped at close intervals as I slid down the wall to my night stand and groped in the dark for my second eyes. As I found them, I slid them on my face and started my quest over. I could see the green blinking light on my router and the red blinking light on my cable modem, but the clock wasn't sitting where it had been sitting for the past four years.
"SHUT THE ALARM OFF!" she yelled as the clock continued the burp out it annoying chime. I scanned the room and saw clock numbers on the dresser next to the TV and slowly moved that way being careful not to step on the dog again. I was thankful the dog had moved.
I noticed the glowing numbers looked odd. Crap! The Cable box. I stepped closer and finally saw small red numbers sitting back against the wall on top of the cable box. It wasn't the alarm clock we have had for the past 13 years. Huh?
"THE ALARM! It's the button on top! The button on top! Hit the button on top!" She ordered as she hit the light and jumped out of bed. She grabbed the small radio clock and started pushing buttons.
"When did we get this?" I asked as I stifled a yawn.
"Yesterday." She replied.
"Why did you move it?"
"Looks better here."
"And you couldn't warn me?"
"What fun would that be?" She replied and leaned up to kiss me.
I returned her kiss and looked over at Bohdi who had jumped on my side of the bed at the foot. His tail wagging and his eyes were saying "Pleaseeeee.....Can I go back to sleep." Little did I know that the adage "let sleeping dogs lay" would come back to get me this morning.
I rubbed his head and went to get my coffee. Lord, I need that coffee. I just pray it is stronger then me this morning.
