Friday... another meaningless day for me. Everybody else loves Fridays, and I don't even care. One Friday is in the middle of my work week, the other in the middle of my off week... However, this Friday is special! Because it's the day when Bad Things Happen to People who believe in Shit Like That.
Actually, I'm not superstitious at all, so much not so that I don't even know how to spell it. Maybe that's right, maybe not. Maybe I'll run it thru my spell checker, but I probably won't. When I get home, though, I will have to look it up in my dictionary. But, if it's wrong, I won't correct it, 'cause then I'll have to throw out most of this paragraph, and I will have wasted my time. If I throw it away, I won't waste your time with it, though. Hmmm... hard decision. If you can read this, you'll know which way I went. If it's not here, it's a moot point.
Anyway, people who believe in Friday the 13th being unlucky probably have other beliefs that I would also find suspicious. There's a word that I can spell! Similar words, wonder if there's a connection somewhere in the annals of lexicology... To return to my point, which I have only alluded to up until now... people who believe in things that aren't real are missing the boat. Nice way of saying that they're kinda stupid.
Not that everyone shouldn't be careful today. Yes, they should. They should be careful every day, 'cause there are things out there that can kill you. But they're out there every day... pay attention!
Kinda like xmas is the day for peace on earth, good will to men. Love everyone on xmas. BS! Love everyone every day, and you won't have to make a special effort on any one day...
Speaking of things that can kill you... I'm really thinking about quitting my evil smoking habit again. I got a nice, long and well-thought-out letter from Mr. Ramiro Garcia, and he said some things that I hadn't really considered before. Things that might help me get over the hump. Certainly, some things to think about. Thank you, Mr. Garcia! (Normally, I call people by their first names. But he started it first, addressing his letter to 'Mr. Franklin'!)
On to other things... I went to an Xray meeting before I came in to work. We had a flight nurse from our helicopter transport system (Lifestar) talk to us, and a very interesting talk it was. He even told us that we would be welcome to fly with them, their new chopper is big enough to have three people + the patient. One of the girls that I work with took them up on it a while ago, and she said it was great. I would really like to, but my fear of flying will overcome any such desire. I was a helicopter medic in the US Army in 1967... and I've never flown on a chopper. I should say, I was trained as a chopper medic, but I weaseled my way out of it since I was already an xray person when I went in. That made no difference whatsoever in the training, but shortly after I got to Ft. Stewart, GA (Where we would train for the flight part) I found a radiologist, and he was delighted to see me. I was quickly assigned to their base xray department, and was running it within about six weeks. I did the medical stuff, my sargent did the administrative stuff, and I had fun for eighteen months. But that a whole 'nother story. Ten or twelve stories, in fact.
08:51: Bedtime. I didn't get off work as early as I had planned, we had a code red trauma come in right at 07:00 and there was only one other tech there; so I got to do some of the fun part and got to leave before the really hard work started.
Code red traumas... y' gotta love 'em, or you just can't work the ER. The most demanding and yet the most satisfying part of it. You get to help make the difference whether someone lives or dies. So you do your best work... and I wind up surprising myself sometimes to find out how good I really am. Not bragging, just stating facts. I've got a lot of experience doing this, y'know.
So I am dragging ass. But not for long!
Friday the Thirteenth!