Somewhere around 11:30 at night......sleepy, drifting, cuddled up to Hubby. Wind picking up outside our bedroom window, freezing rain knocking against the pane. A loud CRACK! Frozen tree branches hitting the roof before bouncing onto the ground.
"Who's walking on our roof?" Hubby asked sleepily.
"Santa's reindeer," I murmured, nuzzling the back of his neck.
Delicious sleep washing over me like waves. But something was nagging.
Somewhere in the very back of my mind, I could feel something swimming through the fog trying to get my attention.
I was tired from all the Christmas busy-ness. Happy for the celebration and happy it was over.
Sleep was inviting, beckoning. Hubby was already in dreamland. It does not take him long...
The wind was howling. Did I leave a window open? Not likely in this weather. Something was still tugging at my consciousness. Would not leave me alone. I could hear "it" screaming. Screaming? Piercing shriek? An alarm? Yikes! Suddenly I was up like a shot!
No power! I should have known! That loud crack may have been a branch, but could have been a hydro wire snapping in the storm.
And no electricity meant no oxygen for Hubby. In a flash, I turned on the portable oxygen cylinder (which lies like a sleeping dog curled up on the floor beside our bed), popped the cannula up his nose and then took off downstairs to turn off that screaming alarm. I pulled the plastic tubing out of the now silent (and useless) oxygen concentrator, and reconnected it to a humongous cylinder hidden away in our dusty basement.
Fortunately, the oxygen company had just filled it the week before, so it would last the whole night through, if needed. While I was downstairs, I called hydro on the phone to find out how long this power failure would last. Then went back to bed. And changed Hubby's nose hoses (exchanged the smaller portable one for the long-lasting one).
Hubby was drifting off again, but by this time I was wired. I could not go back to sleep. What would happen if I did not hear that alarm?
I'd been taking sleeping medication over the past month, which would account for the deeper quality of my sleep; my brain sinking into sweet oblivion, instead of jumping at every little sound. But never, in the wilds of my imagination, did I think it would be possible to NOT hear that shrieking alarm.
If we had both gone to sleep with no electricity in the house, Hubby would not have woken up in the morning.
The wind continued to howl.
Once more during the night our power went off.
I connected nose hoses and machines and disconnected nose hoses and machines. And then did everything in reverse.
I did not get much sleep that night.