For some reason I have 'love' scheduled into my calendar for March 30th, 2008. I have no recollection of entering this or any idea of what it could mean. There is only a one word entry of 'love' in lower-case, an event that is supposed to last all day. At no other times during the year does 'love' repeat itself, just a single moment that is scheduled in between the 'night shift' and my 'pge bill due'.
I'm not sure what the 'love' entails. Will I meet a boy and fall instantly and madly in love? Or will I be happy and love everyone I meet today? Or will it be connected in any way to the love I feel for the ice cream that I will smuggle out of the frig tonight? So many options, but now that I think about it I'm sure it will be the ice cream scenario.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Angry Muscles
Physical therapy kicked my bootie today. I never knew I had so many muscles and all of them capable of such extreme pain and fatigue. I suppose it's more due to my complete 'out-of-shapeness' than anything else, but I prefer to blame it on PT. Word of advice, never say that an exercise is 'good' or 'easy', because they will take away the easy exercise and give you a friggin hard one.
But I guess you're wondering why PT? Well a few weeks ago I was moving a patient and they started sliding and I attempted to catch them. Bad idea...really, really bad idea. But common sense is completely over-ridden when a patient starts to fall. My brain knows that I should let them fall especially if I can't let help them without hurting myself, but once you see someone start to go you start to think of the low platelets, head injuries, incident reports and staying late to finish it. So now I have these delightful muscle spasms in my low back. Lovely.
But I guess you're wondering why PT? Well a few weeks ago I was moving a patient and they started sliding and I attempted to catch them. Bad idea...really, really bad idea. But common sense is completely over-ridden when a patient starts to fall. My brain knows that I should let them fall especially if I can't let help them without hurting myself, but once you see someone start to go you start to think of the low platelets, head injuries, incident reports and staying late to finish it. So now I have these delightful muscle spasms in my low back. Lovely.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Death by Moose
Had this crazy dream/nightmare today. My sister and I told all the kids to hop into the trunk because there wasn't any space in the car. I folded down the backseat so they would have fresh air, and we started to drive. Suddenly the car disappears and I'm the only one left walking up this hill in a really homey suburban neighborhood. Up at the top of the hill I can see a moose lying on his back with a gunshot hole through his chin. This moose was huge, like half-a-house huge. I figured that someone must have killed it but been unable to move it.
Just as I am walking next to it, the moose flips over and starts to chase me. Strangely enough it can talk and it keeps saying that 'when I catch you, I'm gonna drag you off to where no one will ever find you,' and 'I've done this before and never been caught.' My heart is pounding out of my chest as I run back and forth dodging. I pull my phone out of my pocket and try to dial 911, however I can't dodge and dial at the same time. I kept dialing 022 and 077. I remember regretting that I had never programmed 911 into my speed dial.
With superhuman energy and afraid of my life I leap over porches and between cars, but the moose keeps on coming. The moose finally catches me by my ankle and starts to drag me down the stairs. I imagine my last moments surrounded by ancient forest trees with mounds of human bones digging into my back. I keep thinking how strange it is that no one has come out of the houses to at least see what the noise is about, when suddenly this old woman popped up out of no where. She tackles the moose from the back and I'm finally able to dial 911. Magically a ton of cop cars and animal control vehicles appear, and I am never so relieved.
I remember asking a cop if they would have been able to find me even if I couldn't have given them my location or spoken during my run with the moose. They said yes after a phone connection of 30 min of silence, it would have triggered a search. I remember feeling sick to my stomach that it would have taken so long for someone to come and rescue me. Strangely enough the cop then whipped out a map to show me that I was located in Holidayland neighborhood.
That's it. I woke up completely terrified that there was a moose in my apt and didn't leave my room for like an hour.
Hmm...wonder what it all means.
Just as I am walking next to it, the moose flips over and starts to chase me. Strangely enough it can talk and it keeps saying that 'when I catch you, I'm gonna drag you off to where no one will ever find you,' and 'I've done this before and never been caught.' My heart is pounding out of my chest as I run back and forth dodging. I pull my phone out of my pocket and try to dial 911, however I can't dodge and dial at the same time. I kept dialing 022 and 077. I remember regretting that I had never programmed 911 into my speed dial.
With superhuman energy and afraid of my life I leap over porches and between cars, but the moose keeps on coming. The moose finally catches me by my ankle and starts to drag me down the stairs. I imagine my last moments surrounded by ancient forest trees with mounds of human bones digging into my back. I keep thinking how strange it is that no one has come out of the houses to at least see what the noise is about, when suddenly this old woman popped up out of no where. She tackles the moose from the back and I'm finally able to dial 911. Magically a ton of cop cars and animal control vehicles appear, and I am never so relieved.
I remember asking a cop if they would have been able to find me even if I couldn't have given them my location or spoken during my run with the moose. They said yes after a phone connection of 30 min of silence, it would have triggered a search. I remember feeling sick to my stomach that it would have taken so long for someone to come and rescue me. Strangely enough the cop then whipped out a map to show me that I was located in Holidayland neighborhood.
That's it. I woke up completely terrified that there was a moose in my apt and didn't leave my room for like an hour.
Hmm...wonder what it all means.
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