I’m in Washington DC doing some lobbying for emergency medicine.
It’s near the end of the day and I’m sitting at a conference surfing the internet between lectures.
I log in to this blog to jot down a quick post. As I’m writing, I get the feeling that I’m being watched. I look over my shoulder and there’s some guy watching me type. He remarks “YOU’RE WhiteCoat?!?!?”
I close up my computer. “Not cool, buddy,” I said.
After the lecture I’m walking back to my hotel room and this guy starts walking next to me trying to make small talk. I get out my phone and pretend like I got a phone call. He still doesn’t get the hint.
I walk in the hotel lobby and down the hall to the room. The guy stops in the lobby.
As I get to the door of my room, I hear the phone ringing. I got inside and walked over to answer it but it stopped ringing before I got there.
I tossed my bag on the bed and went to the bathroom. While I’m in there, someone knocks on the door.
“Dammit. Who is this guy?” I think to myself.
I get done in the bathroom, flush the toilet and hear someone say.
“He’s in there. I just heard him flush the toilet.”
Screw this. I grabbed my computer bag, opened up the window and started to climb out onto the fire escape.
Then someone grabbed my shoulder.
I yelled.
The security guard yelled.
“Wake up you lazy ass. There’s a patient with a toothache waiting to be seen.”
I sat there with a blank stare.
“You didn’t answer the phone and you didn’t answer the knock on the doctor’s lounge door. What’s the matter with you? There’s a patient.”
Damn. Why couldn’t I have made it out that window a little quicker?
(chuckle) Took me a minute. Yes, I’ve had some like that, too.
“Damn. Why couldn’t I have made it out that window a little quicker?”
Because you, like us engineers, sacrificed muscles and agility a long time ago
Good one! Those are the type that leave me wanting a few more minutes of sleep — just enough time to find out what happens.
WhiteCoat, like Superman, lives in fear of being found out.
WC! You had me going there! And I was getting jealous of the “not cool, buddy” because he found out who you were. And then I wondered if he’d keep the secret or would it spread like wild fire? I was wondering if he was a doc. I was wondering if you’d quit blogging and then I felt bad for you and was getting mad at the guy for being intrusive ..and I even wondered if you’d tell us before someone else did. ??
LOL that was a good one! Next time, do dream up what happens when you climb out of the window and blog about it – I’m very curious!
Maybe your dream was telling you something.
I’ve had dreams that were like warnings and helped me. One I believe may have saved my husband’s life because I acted on my dream. One gave me great comfort during that 20 month case we went through.
I’ve also had dreams that went in a series. Get up ..tinkle and then go back to the dream.
One Sunday morning ..while sleeping in ..I was yelling “Fire! Fire!” and my husband and sons came running in and then woke me up. In my dream it felt like I couldn’t get the words out but in reality was yelling.
Yours was pretty laid out and I’ve found those are the dreams I can learn something from.
Obviously ..you need to be more aware of where you blog.
or maybe ..you’re supposed to lobby for your profession regarding health care reform… or ..maybe…you are not ever to do anything like that ..or..you..will be exposed.
or ..maybe it was just a dream.
Someone told me once that we are actually all the characters in the dream. Not sure if that’s true ..but interesting.
Actually, I only blog when I am at home. Never even check the blog at the hospital or in public.
Already do some lobbying for emergency medicine – that’s probably how the scenario got started.
And yes, I did have to go pee before seeing the toothache patient.
I knew it!
What I found impressive about the dream is that you were able to safely use the bathroom.
The cure for bebwetting in my youth was realising that dreaming about non-standard toilets meant that waking up rather than using one was the better path.
Heh. Someone I know had this too.
Isn’t it funny how when you have to tinkle during the night ..okay ..I know real men don’t tinkle ..they whiz or something and sometimes there’s a horse they have to go see ..never did get that one ..anyway ..isn’t it funny that when you have to tinkle/whiz or whiz/tinkle ..whatever ..you dream about it and it’s always a *weird* plot line. ??
So ..WC ..did you really have to use the bathroom when you woke up? If my theory holds up ..you did.