The bee sanctuary

Driving to the hospital takes about three-quarters of The Very Best of the Eagles. We didn’t bother changing the CD the first week because the Eagles made such comforting slippers for the ears. I kept thinking how cool it would be to start an all-woman Eagles a capella group called The Sheagles. It wouldn’t matter that I cannae sing for shit; it would just be a joyous thing to be a part of. We would gather, guzzle some wine then belt out the hits. But of course in this internet age everything has already been done – there’s a tribute band called The Sheagles in Nashville. I need to think of a new name. Witchy Women? Gah. So, anyone want to be in my group? The ICU is on the first floor of the hospital and we couldn’t find the stairs. Despite the gravity of that first week, every time we got in I’d think, “I must look so lazy; taking the lift to the first floor”. I’d feel deranged vindication every time the doors opened and the big INTENSIVE CARE UNIT sign came into view. I wanted to turn back to the folks going to higher floors and say, “YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, ICU. This is serious shit! No time for stairs!”. Weeks later I found the stairs and they’re for access to staff areas only, so… PHEW. Why does the brain latch on to such trivial thoughts like those above? I thought it would put them aside in a time of need, but they are still there. Maybe even more so. Another runaway train of thought. Thos...
Source: The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl - Category: Other Conditions Authors: Tags: Doctor G Source Type: blogs