The reason that I survived the tornados was that, heh... they didn't hit in Topeka. We had our spot in the sun (joke), years ago, and I survived that one. I have no real reason to believe that I will survive the next one, though. In fact, that probably wouldn't be a bad way to go... better'n having to saw your arm off with a dull pocketknife when it got caught beneath a boulder. Hey, how that hell did that happen, anyway? I haven't heard. Just walking around and you put you hand underneath a boulder and the boulder says "GOTCHA!" heh? And there you are until you work up the courage to cut your arm off. Just in case, I think that I'll sharpen up my pocketknife. I keep it pretty dull so's I don't hurt myself. If I need something sharp, I get a utility knife. Maybe I should carry one of those around, in case I run into any errant mischievous boulders. Or better yet, I'll just keep my hands in my pockets. I don't have to go in to work until 08:00 this week, but I still had a helluva time getting up this morning. Had one of those dreams last night where I have to go over a very tall bridge that's swaying in the wind... it doesn't bother anyone else, just me. And then I'm wandering around some old decrepit building in the basement, and nothing interesting happens at all, I just wander around. Why do I dream stuff like that and then remember it? I know that I have really neat dreams ofttimes, but them, them I forget. Life, I have heard, is not fair. Anyway, the victims of the capricious winds have my deepest sympathies. I have seen that stuff up close and personal. Today was the best day at work for a while... we have a full staff, and we even had four or five cancellations. Of course, the floors and the ER made up for the cancellations, they always can be counted on to come through in a pinch, heh. And the cancellations weren't really cancellations, but reschedules... two of them 'cause they're allergic to the intravenous radiopaque material that we use to enhance vital structures while we're scanning. When the patient is scheduled, the schedulers ask the doctor's office personnel a series of questions, one of them being, "Does the patient have any allergies?" If the answer is no, the patient is scheduled. If the answer is yes, then more questions must be asked. And we think that the people just lie to us so that they can get the patient scheduled. Why else would they lie? The patient's chart is probably in their hands, and the patient is probably standing there waiting for the clerk to give them a time. And the same thing happens with diabetics. We need to know if a patient is a diabetic on medication, because if they are, we need to know how their kidneys function. The tests are necessary before we can do the patient, but if they're not done before the patient gets to the department, they have to wait while the tests are done and the results are back... this takes, if we're lucky, an hour. Which wrecks our schedule and makes the patient unhappy and delays their treatment, especially if they have to come back another day. All because some person doesn't want to take the time to answer a question truthfully. OK, enough of that. I got to talk to JD tonight, I haven't done that for a while. I've got a list of people that I want to call, and he was first.... And now I'm gonna get this up and get to bed. In the Mail: On the shelf: