01:11 12/27/00
Rotten, rotten day, as far as sleep goes... I got about three hours, then I couldn't get back to sleep. I really hate it when that happens.
I'm trying to not get my hopes up too much over this CT job... I've been disappointed way too often around here. I don't like it when that happens, either.
Right now it's not too busy, but it was earlier. As I mentioned yesterday, I was not supposed to come in until 21:00, but the supervisor neglected to tell anyone on evenings about that... so I got a call about 19:15, wondering where I was? There was a CT patient here and what should they do?
Well, Karen had just fixed me a sandwich, and I didn't really feel like moving very fast, so they called in the call person. However, I did go in early anyway...
Something that I wonder about... how will people remember me when I'm dead, and for how long? One of the things that made me think about this is a conversation about a lady that worked here up until about five years ago... she died right after she left, a really fast cancer... but she had told someone that a certain patient had acquired AIDS via a "confusion". I hadn't thought about her for several years.
So... first, how long? Well, my kids and grandkids will probably remember me all of their lives, maybe a hundred years, tops. My younger co-workers maybe fifty years? I can remember people that I worked with forty years ago, but I don't really think about them very often.
And... how will they remember me? Probably as a nice guy with too much trust in people and just a little feeble-minded... a hard, way-too-loyal worker... an honest guy. That's just if I would die tomorrow. I will probably continue to get more feeble-minded as I age, in fact I feel it coming on now pretty strong right now. And I just might start lying, just for the helluvit.
Anyway, that's what I think they'd think... and I'm usually pretty wrong when I try to figger out what people think. That 180 degrees takes a special talent.
04:38...
The paper says that this is the coldest December on record, if the forecast holds up. At least among the top five... I remember 1980, that was a nasty one. Ten days where the temp didn't get above zero. Mom was up visiting me, and when I took her home on new years' day (or maybe the day before) her pipes had frozen... and thawed. The basement and crawl space was flooded and the floor was buckled up so bad that we couldn't open the door, I had to break open a window.
07:59...
Two more nights.
Well, damn! A pud night... it's about time! It's nice to not have to run for a change. I'm gonna get lotsa sleep today....
Back home again... four degrees out. But I'm gonna be in that nice cozy waterbed in about seven minutes, so I don't care.