The other night, something odd happened as I was about to sleep. I turned off the light beside my bed. The only other light is a faint orange glow from the on/off switch of a powerbar at the floor. I closed my eyes and I saw splashes of colours moving around. There were silhouettes of something short and worm like moving around. I thought I was already in a half awake / half asleep dream world. I opened my eyes and saw darkness. I closed it and all those colours appeared again. I repeated it several times with the same result.
Shortly afterwards, I fell asleep. The next night, those colours appeared again but were almost bleached out. They never showed up again.
Hopefully I’m not going crazy.
I spent the night at the emergency room of my neighbourhood hospital. The hospital wasn’t far from my home and while I could have walked, I decided to take a cab. Besides it was already past midnight. The front door of the hospital was already closed when I got there so I went into the Emergency Room. I’ve been here a few times before so I knew what to expect.
Within minutes, they triaged me, had my EKG done, got my paperwork done and led me past the patients waiting to get in. Some were on stretchers – their ambulance attendants waiting patiently with them. Heart problems gets you front of the line access to the ER.
The rest of the night was uneventful as they tried to figure out what I had. Basically my heart started to race although it didn’t go as fast when I had previous problems with it. The staff was good to me and patiently explained what was going on. They were hesitant to give me the same medication as before because the symptoms exactly fit what I had before. I had a bit of time to chat with a nurse. When he found out I was in IT, he told me his family was all in IT except for him. I told him he was the smart one. We chatted a bit about travel and his work. He had an easy going manner and a good sense of humour which helped to put me at ease. I complimented him on that.
The ER was busy. A man was swearing loudly. The woman beside me had a stroke. Another patient across from the hallway asked for a bedpan. The bed I was on was narrow. Another guy wanted water because he was very thirsty and got angry when he couldn’t have any. Sometime in the middle of the night, the doctors decided to simply give me a double dose of a medication I was currently taking. It took several hours for the meds to work. Before I left, they told me they would follow up on me. I got out around 6AM.
The sky was still dark and the air was cool. The 2 coffee shops on the corner were just getting busy. I passed by a deserted park on the other side of the street. The elderly Chinese women haven’t come out yet for their Tai Chi exercises. A skunk wandered out from the park to the edge of the sidewalk. It kept walking in the same direction. I kept my eye on it just in case it tried to cross the street to say hi to me.
I took a nap later in the morning. My sleep patterns were all messed up. I made a couple of appointments, did some chores and just took it easy for the day. J came by for dinner. I feel fine now but I need to find out what caused this.
I saw some pictures of a relative’s home and it looks incredible. It’s sparkling clean and part of the reason is she’s getting ready to sell it. I’m told with 3 kids they still keep everything neat and tidy. It looks so pristine and could probably be on the cover of some home decor magazine.
Which brings me to my condo which is ahem… the opposite. It’s not a slum but I won’t exactly call it guest ready. If you want to stress me out, just tell me you’re in the neighbourhood and would love to drop in. The other day I had a video call. I cleaned up up my place the night before so it won’t look too bad. I even checked to see what my laptop’s camera could see. Whew…. close call.
I think if I won the lottery, I would buy a second home. One for the sloppy me and one when I need to entertain. I think I need counseling. Or a maid.
He’s a 5 year old boy – a member of my extended family. He also has some psychic abilities. His parents noticed orbs floating around his bed when he was just a baby. A family friend explained to them what they were. When the child could talk, he would sometimes point to an empty spot in the room and say “he’s there” and then “he’s gone”. His parents have been very calm about his ability and don’t make a big fuss out of it. The other day, his parents asked him what he wanted for his birthday. They expected him to say another Lego set. Instead, he told his dad “I want God to bring your grandfather back.”
His father was puzzled and asked if he meant the kid’s grandfather. He said “No daddy, your grandfather, not my grandfather.” His parents aren’t religious and he hasn’t been exposed to any religious teachings. The father’s grandfather passed away years before the kid was born. After a brief chat with their son, the parents find out the dad’s grandfather “visits” frequently.
I thought his ability would diminish as he gets older but maybe it won’t. His grandmother also has some of these gifts. It’s her father who is the one “visiting” his great grandson.
These things have always intrigued me so I find all of this fascinating.
I just got off the phone with an ex-colleague. It was a very long call – over 90 minutes. She called me earlier in the day while I was walking home but I missed it. The odd thing is that I was thinking of her yesterday. She called again when I got home. We always got along very well at work but we have never met each other. We did eventually meet for lunch and had a wonderful time.
She asked me how I was doing and I gave her a quick update. Her voice though sounded a bit slurred. Was she drinking? Then she told me that when she went in to check on her migraines, they told her she has an unruptured brain aneurysm. Because of where it is in her brain, it is very difficult, if not impossible to treat. The doctors said it could rupture in a week or a year, there’s just no way to tell. So she’s been running around trying to settle her affairs. I listened as she calmly went on talking about the doctors, the insurance forms, work, her family, her funeral plans and her dog. She spoke about her life, her parents, her brother who passed away at 18 in a car accident and all the questions she still had about life.
She told me while she was doing all of this, she heard her guardian angel reminding her to connect with old friends. So I was one of the people she called. As we were winding down, I asked if there was anything I could do for her. She asked to have lunch with her and so that’s what we’re gonna do in a couple of weeks.
I was sitting at a bench near the entrance of the library while waiting for a colleague. Standing near me was a well dressed and good looking Asian boy (14 or 15?) with a “Samurai pony tail”. He looked stylish and poised. His black rim glasses added a touch of maturity. He had an iced coffee in his hand and and was looking at his phone. I was a bit early so I got my notebook out to make some notes for my meeting.
When I looked up again, I saw the boy looking towards the front door with a big smile on his face. I looked over and there was another Asian boy who looked like a member of a Korean boy band. They both had the biggest smiles as they walked towards each other. It was quite cute to watch. The first boy gave the second one the ice coffee drink. The second boy looked surprised and smiled even more. There was just a hint of a blush and also a very discreet nod of the head from the second boy.
It was neat to see what looked like a genuine, open friendship. But it also reminded me that I didn’t have that when I was their age.
Me: Come to bed with me, don’t play hard to get again. I love to wrap my hands around you.
Sleep: You slave – keep begging.
Me: You’re my master and you own me.
Sleep: That’s a good start but you’re not worthy of my company. I want you to spill secrets.
Me: You already know my secrets.
Sleep: But your readers don’t. Hahaha…
Me: They know me already.
Sleep: But not those deep, dark secrets. Well, if you don’t want my company then I have other things to do.
Me: You prick, I’m taking my meds.
Sleep: No you won’t. You need to get up early and you have a busy day.
Me: I’ll get a couple of espressos.
Sleep: You’ll still be groggy. Just spill some secrets and I’ll be get in bed with you. Just close your eyes and imagine how delicious I am.
This is the kind of crap I go through most nights. No secrets yet… maybe another time. But what would you like to know?