RUDE WAKE UP CALL
JENNA, RUDE WAKE UP CALL
99% of the time I absolutely love my job. Technology allows a book editor like me to work from home, while still working for a major publisher. I love to read, and discovering new authors only makes it better. But on days like today, it is becoming increasingly difficult to keep happy thoughts in my head.
I woke up with a pounding headache, something that never happens to me except after a night of drinking. My stomach has been in knots as well, threatening to bring up everything I’ve ever eaten in my lifetime. Really not looking forward to that. Since neither of those are enough; the cherry on top of my shit sundae is one of the neighbours has a fucking alarm that has been going off for hours. They must not be home since they haven’t turned it off. It is very shrill and insistent, not like any alarm clock I’ve ever heard. It is the nail in the coffin of my day.
When I bought my condo, I was reassured by the closeness of my neighbours. It is a concrete building; so there’s still enough quiet to be comfortable, but being 25 and on my own, having someone close by is reassuring. Except when their fucking alarm won’t stop! I don’t want to be ‘that neighbour’ and call in building management, so I take my fourth dose of Advil for the day and crawl into bed. It’s barely past 7:00pm, and I’m totally trashed. I must be coming down with the flu. Awesome.
When I wake up, my clock tells me it’s 10:42pm. Not believing it is possible, but I feel even worst. Christ, my head must weigh a million pounds, I’m sure. The pounding in my head is so loud, it is making the photos on the walls rattle. Wait. That can’t be right.
It takes me a minute to come out of my headache-induced fog enough to realize that the pounding that woke me up isn’t in my head, but someone at my door. Who the hell would bother me at this time of the night? And how did they get in? I didn’t buzz anyone in! Oh shit. If it is fucking Trent, my ex, I am going to lose my fucking shit. How many times do you have to tell someone to get lost?
Using my anger to propel myself out of bed, I lunge into the hallway. The floor keeps tilting side to side, and I feel like I’m on a cruise ship in rocky waters. What the hell is wrong with me? I must be running a fever. Maybe I should call Jeff? No. My over-protective big brother will freak out and it’s just the flu. He’s more stress than I need.
The wall feels soft now. That’s weird. I don’t have carpet on my walls. I still hear pounding. I tell them I’m coming – at least I think I do. My tongue feels funny, and everything is swirling in my vision. I don’t think I have the flu.
That’s the last thought I have before I lose consciousness.