00:14 09-Sep-99
One of the security guys has been feeding the spider... he catches katydids and throws them into her web. She has begun to expect this, and quit rebuilding her web. It's called the welfare spider syndrome, and it's based upon logical democratic principles. If someone's feeding you, why work?
So how can I get someone to feed me and buy me the necessary toys?
A beautiful night, cool, clear... and I'm gonna blame the weather on my plantar fascitis flaring up. I damn near can't walk... mostly the right foot, while my left has always been the one that hurts most. Go figger...
Gallopin' pneumonia. Another case last night, a gal about my age. Fever, lungs pretty clear when she came in. She got progressively short of breath, I took another film, one lung was half-way filled up. An hour later she was on a breathing machine, and both lungs were pretty full.
Scary shit. She will be saved, I'm sure, but it'll take a while before she walks out of here...
Back at home...These eight hour nights are all right. Except for the feet thing, it was a pretty nice night. Just the right amount of business for the right length of time.
I'm starting to get a cold again, though. The last one didn't last very long, but that's maybe because it never really went away. That being the case, it's back with a vengeance.
20:53...
Something that I forgot to mention... my neighbor that I mentioned last week died, dammit. Evidently the reports that I got about him improving were erroneous. His funeral was Tuesday, and Karen made a dessert and took it down to his family.
Lacee and Patrick are staying over tonight, and Lacee just shut her thumb in a door somewhere. Just a scratch, but she's been screaming bloody murder about it. Patrick's taking a shower, and yelling for grandma, but Karen is in consoling Lacee...
Patrick just wanted a towel. Young people have kids, they have the energy to take care of them... us older people don't. Karen is completely worn out after spending the day with them... and so am I, even though I don't really do much... it's a great expenditure of psychic energy just being around those little balls of fire.
But now I can escape to work...
Damn cold. I can't use the CPAP when my nose is stopped up, and I'm getting really used to sleeping with it. So I've slept for an hour or two off and on all day, and I still feel like I could sleep more...