Here's part of yesterday's ramble... I saved it to the C: drive, and not the A: drive. I said it was stupid...
First shift wasn't that bad, actually. I knew that it was only for a limited period, and that I would be back in a more sufferable environment soon. If I thought that it might last forever... I don't know what I'd do.
So far tonight, not too busy. They're being nice to me, breaking me in slow, I guess. About 23:30 my back was starting to stiffen up, so I decided that I should do my exercises. At first, I was going to do them in the file room, where there is carpet. Then I looked at the carpet... there was no way I was going to lay down on it, it is filthy. So I checked the waiting room... same story. So I crawled on an x-ray table and did them. That worked out pretty well, an x-ray table is very hard, and it seems that it is easier to do them on a hard surface. I guess I should go out on the deck to do them at home.
Anyway, the back loosened up nicely. I'll probably do another set about 04:00, then do a set when I go home at 07:00. Thrice a day, the lady said, but more is better.
I'm getting very tired, as in sleepy. And my back is tightening up even more. Not a busy night, but steady. Very, very humid out. Karen and I turned on the A/C yesterday after she got home, it's been off for about ten days now. Nice on the electric bill, wish the whole summer would stay like this. Not too likely, though, but we have been lucky so far.
Back to now...
Yesterday when I got home Karen was already gone. I went in and got on-line and was checking my email when I heard someone come in the door. It was Karen, Kim was sick and she was running the kids around for her. She saw my truck and decided to come in and give me a kiss; that was really really nice.
I got to sleep about 09:00 yesterday and I slept until 18:00, a good eleven hours. Once again, I had some really weird dreams... someone had driven a truck into the emergency department at the hospital and set off a bomb. I was going through the wreckage and found the bodies of several friends, one who has no connection to the hospital or medicine at all. I remember being unemotional about the bodies; I was looking intently for something, I don't know what. Whatever it was, it was important to me, and of course I didn't find it. But I kept digging and digging. No wonder I'm tired when I wake up sometimes, I use up a lot of energy in my dreams!
My brother Dan is working on a biographical timeline, and sent me a copy. I have been expanding on it and I decided to do one of my own and then combine the two. For me, it's a really different way of looking at the past, and I am fascinated by what I am remembering. I figger it'll take me a couple of weeks just to hit the major points. I'm remembering a lot of stories that I haven't thought about for a long, long time. Like the time Dan kicked the cactus because he was pissed off about something. He was wearing canvas tennis shoes... I don't know if he learned a lesson from that incident, but I did...
The CT Tech called in sick today, so I was there until 08:00. Just a little more OT...
I picked up the pictures that I had taken in Texas, and I was pretty disappointed. I was going to put a couple of them up, but they need some major work done on them first. Later, then.
Tomorrow....
Wow! That's been a long time coming! But here I am, back where I belong. Everyone is happy to see me, and I am happy to see them.
It's been quite a bit busier tonight, I've done five CT scans so far, plus quite a few other patients. I haven't had a chance yet to do my exercises, but I feel the need, so I'll squeeze them in here shortly. Right now, I'm just happy to be able to sit down for a few minutes.
As I was driving home I noticed some brown stuff on the dash of the truck... the remnants of some flowers that Lacee had given me on the fourth of July. She's just so damned cute!