At Least I Slept...

James surprised me on Sunday by announcing he's coming for a long weekend this weekend. That'll be awesome, as usual. I got some man things for him to do around the house (if he wants to), like help me put together the exercise equipment. The kids also want to do something fun when he gets here, so I was thinking either Escapeology or Medieval Times. My mom's birthday is Saturday, too, so we'll probably bring Monet and a little cake and have a little party at the rehab place.

I can't remember if I told you all that my voice is almost back to normal. That's a very good thing!

Solving the poem is also taking a lot of time. I can only do a little bit every day. It seems like it's going to take me forever to get through it. I know there has to be an easier way, but F said there are no shortcuts, so I'm thinking maybe there isn't an easier way. I am making progress deciphering his scribble, though.

One thing that I absolutely KNOW is that I have the right method. You can't deny something that's right before your eyes, and I understand all the skepticism. It's something you'll have to see to believe.

After a few sleepless nights, I had a really weird dream last night that just came from out of the blue. With so much poem work at night, you'd think I'd dream about cold stuff and being brave and all that. But this one was just from left field.

I dreamed I was in college, and I guess I was running for some sort of office. I was also going to church again, and the pastor was this long-haired surfer type complete with the California
"Duuuuudddde" thing going on. He was a little goofy, but some things he said made sense. And I worked at some kind of ice cream shop, but it wasn't really like an ice cream shop (I really did work in an ice cream shop during the 12th grade).

Anyway, because I was a Christian, my "opponents" didn't like that very much, so they took to the streets wearing ridiculous helium balloon costumes that had cardboard signs taped to them. One said, "Mindy eats poop." And another said, "Mindy kills babies." Which, of course, both are not true. The second sign implied I support abortion, which I don't. And of course, I don't eat well, but I don't eat poop, either, cause I would be dead if I did. I really thought they were funny, and was expecting some serious attacks. When I read, "Mindy eats poop," I laughed out loud.

Anyway, the pastor guy said that the public will always oppose Christian values. And then the next thing I know, some fanatic is trying to climb a wall of basketballs to get to a shotgun so he can take out my opponents, and I realized that things might get serious, and I had to stop him. The shotgun was on top of a shelf over the wall of precariously place basketballs, and the pastor was actually trying to climb up them. I realized there was an easier way, and started taking the basketballs from the bottom and throwing them at the basketball wall, which made some basketballs dislodge and come bouncing to the ground. Soon, there was no basketball wall left to climb, and I had saved all the helium guys from being blown to bits.

But of course, that didn't stop the helium clad attacks.

And then there was something about going into a graveyard at night, and that might have been fueled by something poem related, but I don't remember that very much.

Maybe hearing about politics all day long from patients with some very strong political views, and from coworkers with some very strong political views, was the catalyst behind my dream.

All I know is that I don't like either candidate, but will vote democrat (against my affiliation) to keep the helium balloon mockery, Donald Trump, out of office. You guys think a bunch of smart advisers will keep him from doing stupid things? Think again! He just can't prevent the stupid from coming out of his mouth. The guy is a train wreck just waiting to happen. If he becomes President, I will seriously get moving on finding that chest or making serious money some other way and then move to Denmark.

Today is purple day at work, and I think I'm going to rebel and wear black. The purple is really just awful. And I won't feel bad, because my boss also doesn't like the purple or the gray, so she wears what she wants on Tuesdays and Thursdays, too.

And today will be somewhat difficult. We have two diagnostic in-office arthroscopies, which are really not that hard or time consuming, but require sterile technique and for some reason that stresses everyone out, and that makes for a hard day. A couple coworkers came in our office yesterday and were saying, "Ya know, Dr. K has TWO of those diagnostic things tomorrow, so he better be on time, and blah, blah, blah, complain, complain, blah, blah, blah." They don't realize that the more they complain about him not being on time, the more effort he will make to not be on time, because he's the doctor and no one is going to tell him when to arrive at HIS practice.

Oh well, I guess it's time to start getting ready!