dreamy

Your responses to yesterday's post were fantastic. I felt emboldened all day. I called the head of the ER discharge person's hospital (thank you, google) and left him a message about what happened and said I'd prefer to speak verbally before lodging a formal complaint. Flies with honey, sugars, flies with honey. But honey runs out tomorrow.

I swung by one of the shelters after picking up M. In her words to help people no home go sleepytime (which, by the way, made me prouder than any other single thing this child has ever done in her life) and by chance, a reporter was there, so without naming names I gave him the particulars, and he is interested (any chance to slam someone) in learning more. Out of respect for the person in charge, I'll give it a day to see if he is willing to work with me.

The poor old man in question ended up choking on his own saliva in the middle of the night and had to be rushed by ambulance back to the hospital. I didn't learn about that till after I'd already posted yesterday - I wonder how he's doing, and if we'll see him again.

This feels like a bland and boring post - I think because I am feeling bland and boring. I've worked a lot of extra hours this week and I am so freaking tired. I've been on 24 hour call for 6 days now. And yet there is no real time to catch up between the rest of my job and the nonstoppery of my love child.

I crave a room to myself, with a soft bed and a good book.

A girl can dream. It may not be as important as other dreams, but we all have them, big and small, coming and going. This is my coming and going dream today.

Tell me yours.