Worlds Collide (butting heads?)
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.
