Bits of a dream from the other night,

Somehow I had a mixed purpose role, a patient with a familiar sense of the health workers on the unit, I seemed to know most everyone.

One nurse or technician on the unit, this guy had to go to the bathroom (which wasn’t immediately near by, apparently), and he refused to leave, he wanted to go right there,

So he wanted to use a bedpan, but there were none available; then another colleague found one in a cabinet, but it had a bit of residue on the bottom — it had been used before.

So person number two slides the gently used pan down the long bench along the wall,

And the “Pee Guy” examines the pan, decides to wipe it down and it will be fine, we weren’t too sure, maybe he would throw a fit, but not so,

Meanwhile, we mull about, workers and patients, all trying to find a space to be on this long bench / exam table along the wall.

I move my stuff from one place to another after this lady comes in and takes my spot — she seems like she needs the space more that I do,

And then I move by the Pee Guy again, and he’s flipped over on his stomach, hospital blanket over his bottom half, and seems to be finally relieving himself into the bedpan,

What a strange dream…

The good news? When I woke up the bed was dry, so I was left with this strange episode, but not a bigger mess to contend with.

GOOD.