Dream, dream, dream....
Mar. 7th, 2005 07:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgJim got home, fried to a nice crispy brown - 10:00 - 6:30 on a Sunday is brutal, or so I've been led to believe.
Hell, any shift on a weekend is short-staffed, overwhelmed and cranky-making.
I guess it was sympathy leaking into the ol' subconscious, because I spent the night dreaming of being in hospitals again.
As the only healthy person there -
Putting 'friends' into wheelchairs and gurneys so they could visit each other, and then calling codes when one of them crashed...at least one of them died.
Being the 'friend' of another patient, one of those calm, cool and collected businessmen who fell ill with something terminal - but the end is two years away or more, and having to convince him not to put a bullet through his brain was not my idea of a restful slumber.
But everyone was leaving the place before me again - and I got to sit on the sidelines and both be grateful it wasn't me, and envious at the same time that they were going to find out just What was Out There before me. I kept expecting to run into Cliff, but I didn't. It was his territory, though - last five years of his life.
*yawn* I'm getting Starbucks this morning. The scale says I may have lost a couple of pounds the last couple of weeks - screw it.
Hell, any shift on a weekend is short-staffed, overwhelmed and cranky-making.
I guess it was sympathy leaking into the ol' subconscious, because I spent the night dreaming of being in hospitals again.
As the only healthy person there -
Putting 'friends' into wheelchairs and gurneys so they could visit each other, and then calling codes when one of them crashed...at least one of them died.
Being the 'friend' of another patient, one of those calm, cool and collected businessmen who fell ill with something terminal - but the end is two years away or more, and having to convince him not to put a bullet through his brain was not my idea of a restful slumber.
But everyone was leaving the place before me again - and I got to sit on the sidelines and both be grateful it wasn't me, and envious at the same time that they were going to find out just What was Out There before me. I kept expecting to run into Cliff, but I didn't. It was his territory, though - last five years of his life.
*yawn* I'm getting Starbucks this morning. The scale says I may have lost a couple of pounds the last couple of weeks - screw it.
