Weird, weird night. I decided to go to bed about 23:30, hesitant, of course, it was Saturday, after all, and I was on call. So I tempted fate, as I IMed to JD before retiring. And I won out over fate! Yes, I did! I couldn't believe it when I awoke this morning at 08:30. I got up and sat down at the computer and checked the caller ID machine... it said no calls since the one at 22:30 last night, when I went in and did a simple exam and came right home. I picked up the phone. It was dead. I picked up the other phone. It was dead too. I panicked. I went into the bathroom and checked that one. It was working... but had I just re-seated the wireless ones in the computer room? I went into the bedroom and got my pants... the ones that had the pager attached to the belt and the cell in the pocket. Dreading what I might see, I checked the pager for messages. No, repeat NO, pages showed up on the pager. I checked the cell. No messages. They had not tried to call me. Just in case, I called the hospital. No, nobody had been trying to call. Amazing. A whole night, and a Saturday night, at that. Yep, the 8.5 hours of sleep was worth the five minutes of panic, when I thought that I had slept through a cacophonous symphony of rings and noises, and that they gave up and got ahold of one of my coworkers and persuaded them to come in and do my work. So. I did get called a little later, about 08:56, to be exact, and I did spend most of the day there, missing the ball game. The chiefs, yes, they won, but all that I saw of the game was the second play from scrimmage, where the Chiefs were intercepted for a TD. I thought that augered poorly for the team, but they overcame that for a victory, Karen told me. Anyhoo, I finished up my last patient about 17:15, another tech took over then, and I came home. Up until the time that I got into the truck, I was thinking about all of the things that I wanted to do when I got home, but that list changed pretty drastically by the time that I was a block into the drive. I just wanted to sit, that's all that I wanted to do. And that, dear readers, is just about all that I've done since I got home. This coming week is my early week, so I can anticipate getting stuff done... such as removing the pump from the hot tub and getting it fixed, working on the back deck, and... well, it's a pretty endless list, it is. It'll all get done in good time, though. And I lost my temporary crown tonight, damn near swallowed it. I'll call about that tomorrow and see when they can fix it. It's no big deal, being a tricuspid, and I could probably do without it until the permanent one comes in. They used the former crown as a temp, and man! Is it ever pretty! I love gold, even in my head, heh. Purty purty! I usta be a silver kind of guy, when I was really poor. Not that I've ever really been into jewelry, and not that I don't still like silver, but gold... gold is the stuff that dreams are made of, not silver. Well, platinum is quite OK to, I guess. And my spellchecker doesn't like "augered", and neither does dictionary.com, but I still think that it's a word. Am I just outta my mind or, as my mom usta say when we were playing scrabble, did I just make that up, and I'm trying to bluff everyone? Incidentally, I could usually bluff mom, at least I was right often enough to make her really really cautious. So, without reading that last paragraph, was anyone fooled into thinking that I know that word and that I used it accordingly? Because I really wasn't trying to fool anyone. Well, not any more than I'm already fooling So, I spelled solemn wrong, and ol' spellchecker got that one. So, I'm not really as smart as I try to appear to be, and I'm not as stupid as BabyBush thinks that I am, and I'm not as lovable as my wife thinks that I am, and I'm not the ogre that my stepchildren think that I am, and I'm not the saint that my kids think that I am, and I'm not the enigma that my grandchildren think that I am, and I'm not going to hell and I'm not going to heaven and I will continue being the happiest sonovabitch that I can be. So, wow, where did that come from? Am I, after all these years, these millions of words, finally trying to define myself? Nah. I get goofy when I'm tired, let's attribute that last paragraph to that simple fact.
them, making them think that this is all for real and solemn truth, heh.