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D came in to find me on the bed. I said, "I was just walking by... and... " He started laughing. Good thing, I didn't have a line further. Slipped into a solid half hour of vividly forgettable dreams. Woke up with crease marks all over. A Good Nap.
Work finished up early, which is how I had time to nap. Fast surgeon, our fast turn-overs, patients all in on time, we wound up with our last surgery done before it was scheduled to begin. Which is very good for the patients, since they really didn't have to wait at all. Dithered as long as I could after, then just had to clock out. Feast or famine. Cases in other rooms such that breaking them out into ours would not have made anything better. So the scrub and I ate lunch. The pre-op nurses had a cake, we asked who's birthday, and it was Mike. A good guy, and a very good nurse, so we, and another handful of OR staff, followed them over and sang Happy Birthday at him. He was a bit impressed that we sounded so good, and we did. More or less in the same key and generally in tune. I've heard many, many far, far worse renditions of that song. Helped that we wound up with so many people.
Finally saw the photos from the wedding. A half dozen with D or I in, and I almost wish I hadn't seen them. Not flattering, I look as old as I am, D looks as stressed as he tried so hard look gracious. Ah, well, must cope. It had been a hard day. A bit galling that we missed our lunch to be in bad photos. No more weddings for us, unless we know it won't be like that one. No mandatory weddings, put it that way.
Work finished up early, which is how I had time to nap. Fast surgeon, our fast turn-overs, patients all in on time, we wound up with our last surgery done before it was scheduled to begin. Which is very good for the patients, since they really didn't have to wait at all. Dithered as long as I could after, then just had to clock out. Feast or famine. Cases in other rooms such that breaking them out into ours would not have made anything better. So the scrub and I ate lunch. The pre-op nurses had a cake, we asked who's birthday, and it was Mike. A good guy, and a very good nurse, so we, and another handful of OR staff, followed them over and sang Happy Birthday at him. He was a bit impressed that we sounded so good, and we did. More or less in the same key and generally in tune. I've heard many, many far, far worse renditions of that song. Helped that we wound up with so many people.
Finally saw the photos from the wedding. A half dozen with D or I in, and I almost wish I hadn't seen them. Not flattering, I look as old as I am, D looks as stressed as he tried so hard look gracious. Ah, well, must cope. It had been a hard day. A bit galling that we missed our lunch to be in bad photos. No more weddings for us, unless we know it won't be like that one. No mandatory weddings, put it that way.
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Posted by Zhoen on Monday, August 23, 2010
5 comments:
'Vividly forgettable' is good, describes most of my dreams, which seem very clear and significant for about 2 seconds after waking.
No one looks their best when they're miserable and uncomfortable, in photos or otherwise.
I have three weddings to go to in the next two months. The first looks to be the most fun, the second the least fun, the third potentially the most interesting. I do not have the aversion you do of weddings, though I am definitely not as keen as others.
Vividly forgettable - excellent decription, as Lucy says above.
A good nap is a good thing. I seem to require more as I get older.
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