I forget. I changed a machine for sleep apnea for her, and I think I may have diagnosed a problem. I forget her name. I was in a hurry. The grocery was closing in a half hour. I'll find the paperwork later to see her name. Room 315, at 2525.
I delivered a pump to a person named Thomas, to his mother, or wife (or sister- I don't know), Christy.
A cat named Hannah- a shorthaired calico, that was mostly dark, very pretty coat to her, came up, very active, and awake. I guess it was midnight. Her eyes were as wide as can be. Stood on her two feet to smell my hand. Very active, and forward. The energy was high. My vision seemed to focus more in response to seeing her, and her eyes. She was vivid.
I looked at the paperwork after I had her- Christy sign it, to see what her first name was, to enter it into my phone later right, and I saw the name of the patient looked like my name. Their last name- the way it was spelled, the lettering looks very close to my first name, and Thomas is my last name- the first name of the patient. I stopped for a second, like, "what?"
My next stop was after I got to rest and eat some food, and was scheduled, unlike the others tonight, which were stat-work/on call. I'm covering for a guy named Mike, who has had the hiccups for maybe a week now, or more. Maybe two. I get up there- it's in a hospital, and there seems to be every nurse and assistant in the ward congregating at a desk. More than I've seen. One or two say "There he is!", playfully, making me smile. I count maybe 8 or 9. I talk to them... More only one. I only remember the face of one. Immediately the most attractive, and fit, in a physical fitness sense. Offered connection first, so it was easy to return.
We talked some, about Mike, and it came up who else did the work the past two nights. The two names were Jared and Daniel, but only Daniel is for sure- I brought up Jared as a possibility for an unknown.
She told me I looked like a Tom. I smiled, as my last name is Thomas, and wouldn't mind it as a first name- or being called it.
Then it was time to work. Easy checking things and readying them for travel. Lab-work. But sometimes the nurses forget to label samples, and it's either a guessing game or ask, so I went to ask the one I talked to.
I didn't get her name. I should have.
She reminded me a little of my sister.
She was fine with standing very close to me.
Had a love for her. A decision, now, as the connection is faded somewhat, as time passed.
She's from Kokomo. We ended with talking about the snow we're supposed to be getting, again, and driving through it.
Went the wrong way on a one way, for a second.
The interstate back was filled with patches of ice. The way there was clear.
Abby was the last I saw, as I handed off the samples to her. She's usually very... To the point. Not unfriendly but not friendly. "Science". Today when I called to tell her I was outside, so that she'll start walking to the door, and so will I to meet her, I said "Hi Abby, this is _", instead of how I might usually speak- not using her first name. She was noticeably more excited, and uppity. Friendly. Open.
As she walked back to the other set of doors, and I saw her through the windows of the building, I noticed she had a cute body, and I hoped she was having sex.
I live about a minute from the drop off point.
I delivered a pump to a person named Thomas, to his mother, or wife (or sister- I don't know), Christy.
A cat named Hannah- a shorthaired calico, that was mostly dark, very pretty coat to her, came up, very active, and awake. I guess it was midnight. Her eyes were as wide as can be. Stood on her two feet to smell my hand. Very active, and forward. The energy was high. My vision seemed to focus more in response to seeing her, and her eyes. She was vivid.
I looked at the paperwork after I had her- Christy sign it, to see what her first name was, to enter it into my phone later right, and I saw the name of the patient looked like my name. Their last name- the way it was spelled, the lettering looks very close to my first name, and Thomas is my last name- the first name of the patient. I stopped for a second, like, "what?"
My next stop was after I got to rest and eat some food, and was scheduled, unlike the others tonight, which were stat-work/on call. I'm covering for a guy named Mike, who has had the hiccups for maybe a week now, or more. Maybe two. I get up there- it's in a hospital, and there seems to be every nurse and assistant in the ward congregating at a desk. More than I've seen. One or two say "There he is!", playfully, making me smile. I count maybe 8 or 9. I talk to them... More only one. I only remember the face of one. Immediately the most attractive, and fit, in a physical fitness sense. Offered connection first, so it was easy to return.
We talked some, about Mike, and it came up who else did the work the past two nights. The two names were Jared and Daniel, but only Daniel is for sure- I brought up Jared as a possibility for an unknown.
She told me I looked like a Tom. I smiled, as my last name is Thomas, and wouldn't mind it as a first name- or being called it.
Then it was time to work. Easy checking things and readying them for travel. Lab-work. But sometimes the nurses forget to label samples, and it's either a guessing game or ask, so I went to ask the one I talked to.
I didn't get her name. I should have.
She reminded me a little of my sister.
She was fine with standing very close to me.
Had a love for her. A decision, now, as the connection is faded somewhat, as time passed.
She's from Kokomo. We ended with talking about the snow we're supposed to be getting, again, and driving through it.
Went the wrong way on a one way, for a second.
The interstate back was filled with patches of ice. The way there was clear.
Abby was the last I saw, as I handed off the samples to her. She's usually very... To the point. Not unfriendly but not friendly. "Science". Today when I called to tell her I was outside, so that she'll start walking to the door, and so will I to meet her, I said "Hi Abby, this is _", instead of how I might usually speak- not using her first name. She was noticeably more excited, and uppity. Friendly. Open.
As she walked back to the other set of doors, and I saw her through the windows of the building, I noticed she had a cute body, and I hoped she was having sex.
I live about a minute from the drop off point.