“Ladies, it ain’t easy bein’ independent”
Sunday night, was the second night in my life, I’ve had a holy crap - I live alone feeling.
The first? I was in Indianapolis. I had just flown home from a trip to Montreal (je sais, le sigh.) And I felt like crap. Of course, after flying home - I went out to the local hangout with a few coworkers and just tossed up that crappy feeling to being at 30,000 feet up in the air and flying being generally germy.
Was very wrong.
I went home and took a conference call with some of folks in Japan (Arigato!). The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the middle of my small apartment hallway apparently having been passed out while on this conference call. Turns out I had a kidney infection and the lack of “taking care of myself” caused me to run a fever so high, my body shut down. I ended up driving myself to MedCheck the next day (after working a full day, natch) and the nurse freaked out on me when my temperature was 103.
Je sais, insane. But at least then I passed out.
The second? Sunday night, I wasn’t so lucky. I essentially woke up at 3:30am to a women in an apartment above me/near me/around me - screaming. Like bloody murder screaming. For the record, I could sleep thru a parade - and so to be woken up to this SCREAMING.. It was totally disorienting. I hear furniture moving, glass breaking, and a guy yelling…hey, hey, hey.
Then silence.
And I froze. I couldn’t move - outside the nervous shaking. Here I was sleeping in my bed, by myself and couldn’t remember if I’d locked my door. What if I moved? Got up and this same “hey hey hey” guy could hear that - and knew someone woke up? Do I call the cops? I wasn’t sure where all this came from?
I’m all about the “all the women who are independent, throw your hands up at me” - but sometimes you need SOMEONE to just be there in some way.
