Lemonade Shenanigans

As some of you may know, we've had a very sick kitty this past week. As near the vet can tell, it started out as a possible kidney infection, then pancreatitis, then hepatic lipidosis, and rounded out with Twix being diabetic. I consider myself pretty observant, but cats are experts at hiding things--and it all happened so quickly.
Last Saturday, the vet gave us 50/50 odds Twix would pull though, and I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't hopeful. Normally, I believe things happen for a reason. A change in your life path, a new job, meeting someone...all for a reason. Things like this, however? I can think of no reason why a sweet, little cat would need to suffer. None. On my long drive home from the ER, not only was I despondent, but I was seriously praying for a miracle. I can count on one hand the number of times I've done that.
But you know what? We got one. (Yay!)
We brought Twix home on Monday. And trust me, the total ER bill was high enough to make me wish I could spin straw into gold.
My job now, in addition to insulin injections and plethora of medications, is to feed her via a feeding tube every 6 hours, around the clock, until she eats on her own.
This makes for a very sleep-deprived author.
Last night around midnight, I tottered back to bed with the happy thought that I could catch 5 hours of sleep before I needed to get up and do it all again.
That was the plan.
So, here's the shenanigans that went on in my head:

"I wonder when the next full moon is? The price of rice in China. The priiiice of riiiice in Chiiina. If Moira was going to try and escape, that may work out as an action scene for my novel. I need to make a note on that. ♪ ♫ Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be... ♪ ♫ If I bought lemons, I could make lemonade. I make good lemonade. I'll add honey instead of sugar this time."Tweedledee and Tweedledum agreed to have a battle." Oh, itchy knee. Twix needs her insulin at six and that other drug I have to crush up, I hate that it won't dissolve in water, and maybe I need to try some food to see if she wants it. I need to sandwich fun things between all this stuff so the girls can have a good summer. It's 3AM, three more hours until I have to get up. I should just get up and write until the next feeding, then I can sleep from 6:30 to noon. Except I can't. I'll bet the girls would play video games all day and be perfectly happy. I love Skyrim. We need to buy a frisbee."

You get the general idea. Anyways, if I'm MIA these next few weeks, it's because I'm sleep-deprived and I'm trying to squeeze the fun out of summer like a lemon--because you know what?
Making lemonade out of lemons is my specialty.