Slice of Wednesday.

     Sleeping Wednesday awoke to someone calling my name.  From the other side?  The front door?  My mind having now gone mad?  No, none of the above.  Used to guess that one a lot in school.  Anyway.

     It was my sister, around 1 A.M.  She's done this now for nigh on 10 years since I've been here.  She'll cal my name in the night to see if I'll answer.  The very first time was 8 years or so ago.  She'd just gotten out of the hospital and I kept an ear open.  

     It has never been anything but, "Are you up?"  
"Sort of" or "I'm in bed." I'd reply.
"Could you get me....." she'd generally drone on.  It was all a ploy.  Think I stopped responding one night around 3 when she called.  After checking in on her she wanted to know what she could have to eat.  I mean come on.  She could walk easily then.  

     From the start they slept in 2 different rooms.  Me in the middle.  I remember training her by saying when I get a chance.  Brother in law would storm out of his room and say I got it.  Sort of giving me a half dirty look.  And now look at him.

     I cured this by stopping to respond.  And going to bed early.  She immediatley started sleeping in the other room the brother in law.  Much to his chagrin.  He'd spent the first 2 years or so trying to get her to come to bed.  She was having no part of it.  She had her computer, her dog, and of course the second born indentured servant.

     To the present.  She has been claiming to suffer from anxiety attacks lately.  I don't mock those for those that do experience them.  I am however doubtful in my sisters manipulative ways.  But just in case I'm wrong there is a cure.  A mountain dew and a chocolate doughnut.  Yup, apparently that is the cure.  For her.

     So I awoke to my name being called.  Not once but a lot of times.  Trying to accidentally wake me and see if I was up.  It took me a moment.  Once I realized she was in her room with the Brother in law I just lay there.  If there was a real problem help was even closer.  I didn't say a word.

     Harder than you think when your name is being called.  I lay still as a bug in a rug.  Then finally she woke the Brother in law.  She was having an anxiety attack and needed a mountain dew and a doughnut and a smoke.  Oh the smoke thing is new too.  At least in waking me in the middle of the night to ask me to get her 1.  

     It really gets to be annoying.  At night I don't put my light on.  She then knows I'm awake and then asks me to get stuff.  The IPhone has been nice.  I can sit up in the dark, on mute of course, and play games or surf.  All the while never being bothered by nightly needs. 

     As you might imagine he's less than cheery when woken up for such bullshit.  Catch 22.  He could just leave the wheel chair down in the kitchen for her to get her own stuff.  Course he doesn't want to.

     So that's about it.  I stay still while he clomps nosily and annoyed into the kitchen and returns.  And no 1 ever knows I'm up.  Sad but true.  The things we do sometimes.

-later.