A/N: Another short-but-sweet entry in Laura's journal. Sorry it's taken so long. :)
Name: Cadman, Lt. Laura
Date: 2006, January 17, 1508 hours
I hate Mondays. My body was never designed to be forced to wake up at 5am, and no matter how hard I try to get out having to work those 7am duty shifts, I just can't seem to escape them. It's not just the bother of having to wake up early, but of course I couldn't sleep until quite late last night because of my transformation. I woke up to the sound of Carson unlocking the compartment at 5am this morning. I was covered in bruises, and every muscle in my entire body hurt. Now, I don't mean that it hurt as in I was tired; I mean hurt as in every single one of my major muscle groups have a pulled muscle, and not only does it hurt to stand up or walk around, it hurt just move at all.
And, of course, Carson was quiet and supportive as usual, offering his customary caress and kisses, and even offered me a donut for breakfast this morning. I could hardly eat more than a couple of bites of it, though. I was in far too much pain to eat much, but the hot shower did help a little bit. Carson was very helpful in that regard, too. He… erm… scrubbed my back for me. Yeah, that's it, scrubbed my back.
But at least today isn't Monday any more. It's now Tuesday, and Tuesday is a much better day of the week than Monday… isn't it? There's no mission planning meeting to go to on Tuesdays, or any other day of the week for that matter, like there is on Mondays. I don't have to choose between a disgusting salisbury steak and a greasy slice of mushroom-topped pizza on Tuesdays. And I certainly don't have to find a way to make do without Ladies' Poker Night on Tuesdays like I am forced to on Mondays.
It's just unfortunate that I'm going to have to leave the girls early tonight because, if I don't, I'd probably end up murdering someone when I transform. I suppose I can feign a stomach illness… again… and have an excuse to find Carson. It's a wonder nobody suspects I'm pregnant.
Which reminds me… Carson should be getting back from his off-world mission in a couple of hours. It's just another one of those backwater worlds with lots of rain and no concept of medicine, but you know him. He has to save all those wee babies, and sure, those lads and lassies sure need him. But I need him, too.
I keep thinking about where I'd be without him, and honestly, I really don't know. Dead perhaps? Somebody would've shot and killed me by now, likely Colonel Sheppard himself. Or I could've been medicated and straight-jacketed in some white, padded room back on Earth. Not exactly ideas I like to contemplate, really, but it makes me glad to be with Carson, with someone who cares for and loves me like he does. Without him, my life wouldn't mean much right now.
I hope he knows how much I love him.
In the meantime, I'd better get back to work and finish my shift. I had a late lunch… very late. But since I won't get to see Carson until fairly late tonight anyway, I should manage alright until he brings me breakfast tomorrow. Could it be that I'm actually looking forward to it?