Fodder for Future Chides

I think I've mentioned here before, that my "real" job of managing occupies about 25% of my time at work. The rest of my time is divided into project development, the creation of service lines, the revamping of service lines, etc. In short, if it, in any way, shape, or form, pertains to hospital operations, I'm invited to participate.

Or in some cases, asked to figure out the whole thing and report back when I'm finished!

That was the case when my boss asked me to visit an osteoporosis clinic, determine if it meets our patient population's needs for a niche market, then if so, develop the clinic and all its facets. I started this process on Friday and it's been percolating in the back of my brain for the past two days, as I mull over the different parts and directions we could take.

It came to a head last night, when I accidentally stole Jack's pillows while asleep. He woke up and wandered around the bedroom, looking for all his pillows. I had all of them safe within my dramatic embrace and evidently protested when he took them back...apparently, I needed them for my clinic's formation!

I can see many years of chiding from this one...akin to his finch dream years ago. It was funny! About six years ago, he startled me by jolting straight up out of bed, grabbed a pillow (what is with us and hoarding pillows?), and stormed out of the bedroom. Thinking he was sick or dying or crazy, I quickly followed him to see where he was sleepwalking to. I found him in the kitchen, where he was standing, holding the pillow to his neck. I flipped on the light and asked him what was the matter.

He said, "A bird flew into my neck and I'm trying to stop the bleeding!

I'm thinking it was a pterodactyl or huge eagle! I asked him what kind of bird it was.

He said, "It was a finch!"

He started to wake up when I couldn't stop the hysterics from overtaking me. That dream quickly became the stuff of family legend! Nearly all our family members have, at one time or another, bought him a finch or pretended to hit his neck with a finch. And now, I probably have my own "finch" story...

"Where are all the pillows?"

"Dorrie stole them all...she must want to start a new clinic!"

I tell you, I DESPERATELY need the four day weekend I have coming up (Dec 24-27). I refuse to work and do not plan to get dressed except for Christmas mass and maybe Christmas Day (still negotiable...flannel pants are completely acceptable in our Christmas celebrations).

I'm scurrying to finish my Christmas preparations today and hope your Christmas prep is complete so you can begin enjoying the holidays!