Over the course of the last few days I have had terrible insomnia. I can't get to bed early, which is nothing new, but then I wake up way too early and can't fall back asleep. Tuesday night was one of the worst nights for trying to sleep apparently. I tossed and turned for hours, finally getting to sleep sometime around 3 in the morning. Recently I bought a cell phone, so it was my second day adjusting to my new alarm. When it went off, I snoozed it because it seemed a little dark outside and it felt too comfortable in my bed. I later learned it wasn't my alarm...
Around 7:30 that morning I received a missed call from an unknown number, but I thought it was my alarm. I looked at my phone after my alarm went off and read the time. That's weird, why would my alarm go off so early? All of a sudden I heard some loud banging, like the sound of furniture being moved and handled not so carefully. Who would do such a thing as move furniture loudly at 7 in the morning? I decided I wasn't getting any more sleep and dragged myself out of bed to get ready for work. I had to get up in an hour anyways, so another hour after this wake up call would have just made me more tired.
After getting ready I laid down on my bed and played on my nook, just to get a little down time before heading out the door, relax a little. That's when the neighbor's dog started howling. Constantly. This went on for a good half hour at least, so I figured it wasn't good for my mental health to sit in my apartment, getting more and more agitated as the morning went on. To add to my misery my birds had chose this moment to squawk their brains out, and I still had a blanket over them. You should have heard them when I pulled the blanket off to feed them, it was like a high pitched car alarm.
I left for work, deciding that my annoyance level was so bad I needed to remove myself from the apartment before it affected my day too much. When you work in healthcare, especially mental health, you have to make sure to take care of your own mental health before anyone else's. I kept thinking about that missed phone call, deciding on my break to google it, it just looked so familiar. I found out why: it was the number for the city police and fire department! I was kind of scared at this point, there must have been an emergency in my building that morning, why else would they call. So I called the number, all the while playing dumb that it was a missed call and I had NO idea who I was calling. They didn't give me any details, but apparently they had called everyone in that building because there was an incident that morning. They were calling me to make sure I stayed indoors to keep safe. What if I had been on my way to work? I don't even want to think about what was going on, but that must have been what all that banging upstairs was.
The police are actually out here a lot, I don't know if that makes me feel more or less safe. I guess it means they respond quickly. I remember when I lived up the street from where I am now, I had to call the police a couple times and they were always out there in minutes. It makes me feel safe because they must patrol this area regularly, but also a little unsafe because they must have a reason for patrolling this area. Oh well, only nine more months to go...
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