Survival

As Madge would say, a little up and down and all around, it's all about survival. And I survived the two overnight shifts. They were not bad as overnight shifts go, but I will definitely be glad to be back to something a little more predictable and less hard on my body physically. It's never the staying up all night that is bothersome, it's what happens to the rest of my life that is hard.

Yesterday, as I was drifting off to sleep, I think I dreamt about zombies. Well, I know that I visualized them in my head, but I'm not sure that I was asleep enough to call it a dream. In any event, it was incredibly vivid. A lady that I know from work was all bloody around her mouth from chomping on human flesh, and down in the OR suites, the walls were splattered with blood. Then I had this vision of Heidi being bitten by a zombie while she was trying to get out of the car at home. And I remember feeling sad - which I suppose is better than uncontrolled joy, especially since she reads this!

I do not know why I continually dream about zombies. I would like to believe it means something deep and meaningful. Mostly, I think it just means I'm weird and have had too little sleep. Not to mention the fact that I watched about half of Shaun of the Dead on Thursday, so I'm sure that had NOTHING to do with it.

OK, I have an appointment with my bed. That's where I'll be.