Perpetual Ruminations

A Short Night & A Busy Day

I'm late getting in here again today. Well, I reckon tonight would be more accurate. It was kind of a busy day; tomorrow will be another.

I slept in until almost noon, but I was up half the night after a nightmare. I was unable to move in my dream, but I was alive. I couldn't even move my eyes or blink; all I could do was lie there and stare unblinking at the blue sky. I don't know if it was warm or cold, I couldn't tell. But after a while somebody leaned over and looked down at me. "I think he's dead."

Another person leaned in, "Maybe we should check his vitals to make sure."

"Why? According to the call, he's been lying out here for over an hour. I'm sure he's dead. Let's just bag him up and go get some lunch. We can drop him off at the morgue after we eat. I'm starving."

And so, in my dream, ungentle hands lifted and stuffed me into a body bag, zipped it up so I was staring up and blackness, and was roughly handled into the back of the meat-wagon. That's also when I woke, and in a panic, fought to get free of the body bag. But it was only my blankets, and after a few seconds, reality moved in, and the horrid nightmare lost a bit of its power over me.

But, it was no use trying to go back to sleep; my mind was going bonkers over a hundred different things. I got up and poured myself a brandy and tried to read a little. After a good hour, maybe hour and a half, and another brandy, I was tired and falling asleep in my chair. It was just beginning to get light outside.

I know it was a result of watching them haul my friend and neighbor out of his apartment in a body bag.

I had time to eat a quick lunch, shed my pajamas, and get dressed so I could make my appointment at the infusion center. I needed to have my port accessed, get a liter of saltwater pumped in, and have some blood work done for my appointment in Fargo tomorrow to have another endoscopy and at the same time, have my throat stretched so I can eat without having the food hang up.