Infernal Wisdom Three thousand days here... I was thinking that this would be another short entry, but maybe not. I won't know 'til I'm done.... First, a disclaimer: I am normally a pretty normal guy. Affable, sometimes wise, other times looney. But alway, always, *always* happy. I don't know that I am the eternal optimist, but shit doesn't get me down. BabyBush? Irritates me, but... I can laugh about being irritated. Lotsa stuff irritates me, but nothing, abso-fucking-lutely- *nothing* can make me unhappy. I can only do that myself, and I ain't gonna do that. Life is too short, or too long, to let external stuff make you unhappy. Laughing my way through life, I have found that I really have no "cause" that I'm willing to die for, or even give up a Sunday afternoon for. Any argument that I make is simply for the sake of argument... and amusement. *MY* amusement, of course. It would not really be right to say that I don't care, because I *do* care, and I care very much. But.... I care about individuals. Not causes. I care about living and dying individuals, not politics nor religions. Yeah, I can argue, I *love* to argue... I love to tweak people's noses, and watch them jump sometimes. People need to think, and if I can help them do that, with no cost to myself, I will. Yeah, I like to stir shit up. So sue me. So... take what I say here with a grain of salt. And, if you are one of the people who love me, know that I love you too. OK, back to today. End of lecture #47. I woke up this morning at 05:23, when the lights went off. Well, we didn't have any lights on, the electricity wen off. It came back on after about 30 seconds, though. The fans & the noisemaker went off and I sat straight up in bed, quaking from a nightmare. I got up, of course, since the alarm was set to 05:30 anyways. Got to work and did the usual setup stuff, and then the other guy that rotates the 07:0 duty comes in. Well, I'd forgotten that he asked to trade, dammit. I clocked in anyway, 'cause there was a lot of work to do. The day was OK, all in all, and I left at 15:30, there was only one more patient to do when I left. Some bad news: the guy on third that we've been training to do CTs? He got called to duty again. He works the weekends, and does non-contrast CTs. And who's on call this weekend? Why, that would be me, heh. So, it'll be a long, long weekend for yours truly, I'm afraid. And now, even though it's only about 19:00, I'm gonna go to bed.
It makes life easier, and
Death a surcease..
What you read here are reflections, thoughts that I'm thinking while I'm writing. If these writings seem to be gloomy, or depressed, or way out in right field (or left field), that doesn't really mean that that's where I'm at, headwise.