I hate 4am.
It's a weird cusp in the day when all is really, really still. And if anything is going on, it can only be bad. My son woke up wheezing and gasping desperately for air the other night right at 4 am. We all got dressed and drove our sorry, pajama clad asses to Sick Kid's Hospital.
Even at the hospital at 4:20am, it was eerily calm. Not a single patient in the emergency room (which even the hospital staff thought was remarkable). Too bad that even with NO OTHER PATIENTS in the emergency ward, it still took 2 and a half hours! Crazy.
It turned out to be croup which sounds more alarming than it really is. And now, here I am. Strangely stressed out over the past 2 weeks and incredibly sleep deprived. I haven't been able to relax enough to get to sleep even though I am wickedly tired.
4am. I wonder if I'll be awake again at that time tonight. Last call is 2am. Bar staff clean up and should leave by 3am. Even party goers have eaten their hot dogs and gone home or are passed out in their own vomit. Those with early jobs like cooks and bakers rarely start until 5am. And those in 24 hour jobs are quietly waiting out their shifts because no one would schedule a shift change at 4am. And so there it is. 4 am is the bitching hour. If you are out at 4 am, you should be arrested, consoled, or driven to the hospital.
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