I know that I always say Emergiblog is 99% apolitical, but I absolutely had to post this photo.
The man on the far left is my husband, John.
In the middle is my son Kendall, who was an undergraduate at Notre Dame when this was taken.
And that is not an imposter on the right, that really is John McCain!
Kendall had the opportunity to intern for Senator McCain for a semester.
I have a great respect for John McCain, but at the time this was taken I never, ever, ever thought he’d be the nominee for President. I am thrilled, and proud, to have this photo hanging in my home.
Well, if you didn’t know before, now you know I’m a conservative Republican.
And Kendall? He’s in his third year of law school and Editor-in-Chief of his Law Review.
And a staunch Democrat.
Go figure! LOL!
[I now return you to the 99% apolitical Emergiblog…]
I hate dreaming about work.
It’s like pulling an entire shift and not getting paid for it.
Well, I had a doozy last night.
My dreams are always surreal, and this was no exception.
Seems I got to work and everything was a mess.
Someone had baked a cake and there was cake mix everywhere. Liquid, gooey batter. A few co-workers were licking spatulas.
Everyone had frosting all over their face and no patient care had been done so I was going to have to take eleven patients.
Now this was a weird unit, part ER and part ICU, made up of four-patient cubicles.
It’s been in my dreams before, but I’ve never seen it in real life.
In fact, this particular mind-unit is always in my dreams.
I was trying to put my nursing shoes on but they had cake batter in them.
And no one cared. That my shoes were full of batter. That no patient care had been done. In fact they had such a laissez-faire attitude that I started chewing them out.
I said things to them that make me cringe right now thinking about it.
I let it all hang out, everything I thought of them, their nursing care and what I thought of their mothers and their parentage in general.
I mean, cake batter in your nursing shoes? No wonder I went all up in their business!
And these weren’t just current co-workers.
They were co-workers from the last thirty years. All decades represented. The ’70s, the 80s, the 90s and the 00s – none were spared! (Oh, and if you are a current or past co-worker and happen to be reading this, you weren’t in the dream m’kay?)
There were people I hadn’t thought about in twenty years. But boy, did I let them have it with both barrels.
It’s embarrassing just thinking about it.
Then, in all my self-righteous glory, I explained to a bunch of doctors I had never seen before that the unit is never this messy and lord knows I couldn’t clean it up myself and gosh darn it, there was an ER across town that would take me in a split second and wouldn’t put cake batter in my shoes!
I mean really.
I walked haughtily out of the unit with my squishy cake batter shoes.
I honestly have no idea where this dream came from.
My unit is nice, we don’t make cakes there and we never have eleven patients. I’ve never worked in a unit where cake batter was a problem.
I’ve worked in units where a cake was decimated and eaten in fifteen minutes flat, but that’s different.
Why did I feel the need explain to these doctors I’ve never seen in real life (cute ones, at that) that I, Super RN, could not clean the mess up? Oh poor, poor pitiful me (<—vague Warren Zevon reference; could have been worse, I could have referenced “Werewolves of London”.)
As for chewing out my co-workers, well, yikes – I may have an issue now and then but I never bring their parental background into it! I don’t even know it!
Usually my work dreams consist of feeling like my feet are stuck to the floor and I can’t move. That things are going so fast I can’t keep up.
That one is understandable.
This one just made me feel like a schmuck.
Anyone who interprets dreams and wants to take a shot at this Twilight Zone piece of mental imagery, drop me a line.
It’s freakin’ me out!