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April 30, 2008The Grammar Vandal is an absolute gem of a site. After chuckling over her posts for an eternity, I am now afraid to review my previous entries for horrid misuses of the English language.
The Grammar Vandal is an absolute gem of a site. After chuckling over her posts for an eternity, I am now afraid to review my previous entries for horrid misuses of the English language.
Wednesday night I had a dream. A friend’s mother was admitted to hospital with some sort of head issue. I got the phone call in the wee hours of the morning, “I know things are sort of weird right now, but would you please come.” Of course I went. She was in the ICU. Since I knew the lingo, I chatted with the nurse. Overall status. ICP. Mannitol versus hypertonic saline. Vent settings. For those moments of my dream I knew all the right things. More importantly I was there.
Thursdays at work there are education rounds for the pharmacists. One of us usually presents to the rest of the group on a topic in our usual practise area. The topic was supposed to be metabolic syndrome. When I got there, the topic had been changed to accomodate a presentation by a PharmD student. The new topic? Head trauma: everything that I “knew” the night before in my dream.
It was just odd, that’s all.
Ultimate is coming soon to a field near me. I watched some games at an indoor tourny this weekend. Definitely got the itch to play again.
It seems like it was such a long time ago that I played, that I almost forgot rule number one: why show up on time when you can show up late? At least I wasn’t the first person at the team meeting tonight.
The thought of running, nay, sprinting for an hour and a half does bring with it a great sense of weariness. With it, consideration of running in the mornings again. But maybe that breaks rule number two: who needs practise anyway?
I currently have 1093 photographs posted on flickr. It took me all of today to sort through my hard drive and choose the ones that told a story or captured the moment. Someday I hope to be able to combine the story in the moment and infuse it with beauty. Someday I will learn how to use my camera. In the meantime, I have sorted through the mass of them, picked my favourites and will endeavor to figure out what I might be doing right.