sneaking into pools

July 30, 2008

Around 3:00 this morning a cop strolled into the backyard to respond to a noise complaint.  A crew of us had just been skinny dipping by moonlight and were drying off, grudgingly counting the few hours we had left before we had to go to work.  I had only gotten partly dressed, and stood in my cowboy boots, knee socks, a pink thong and t-shirt before the cop.  I wasn’t even drunk and couldn’t stop laughing at how hilarious the scene was. 

Before dancing to bad music at Sportys and doing cannonballs into the pool, I was in Burlington.  The trip north did me good.  I needed to hang out in what I call “Little Japan” with my old friends.  Nestled amongst tall grass and big weeds we sat on plastic lawn furniture drinking sake and listening to the grind of the late night trains pulling in.  When my friend Chris gets too drunk he starts mumbling in Japanese.  

It’s now 4:36, I only got two and a half hours of sleep last night and worked all day.  Instead of taking a nap, I’m going to go hike up a mountain because I’ve still got energy to burn 😉


warm vials of blood

July 27, 2008

There is something incredibly surreal about transporting little vials of blood and cups of warm pee from the busy E.R. down to the lab.  Sundays are fairly quiet at the hospital and the hallways are spooky quiet and cold.  There seems to be no life around except the warm containers I hold in the Biohazard bag in my hand.


July 25, 2008

Last night was a long one filled with whiskey fueled bike riding.  This afternoon I’m feeling quite fragile and weak.  I’m sharing my bed with a box of pizza now, a few hours ago I was sharing it with a man.  He had a dark tan line at the top of his bum; proof that he worked outdoors without a shirt on.  His eyes were tired looking.  I’m curled up on the dirty, damp sheets unable to get comfortable.  I hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours and thought I’d devour the whole pie.  But I was only able to eat one piece.  I’m hungry and it’s for something much more than pizza.  I’m hungry for something other than food.  Something other than sex.

not so glamorous

July 21, 2008

The last thing I did before I left work today was help to tie restraints on a combative 90 year old man.  Before that, I listened to an older woman babble nonsense like I’ve never heard before.  She had absolutely no idea where she was or what was going on and she seemed afraid.  Another older woman was unable to move about on her own and infected with MRSA.  We had to don yellow precaution gowns and gloves before we entered the room to use a lift to move her from bed to chair.  While suspended in air poop, lots of it oozed from her bottom.  It dripped and plopped all over the bed.  Once we got her clean, it happened again.  Another man was dying and unable to control his bladder.  I changed his gown and bed sheets 3 times in one hour.  

I wonder if any of this has been fuel for my self-destructive ways lately.  Do I consciously make poor choices when I know better because I don’t want to end up like these people.  Because I want to die before things ever get that bad, before I’m helpless.

lightning storm

July 21, 2008

We stood in the rain, in the middle of the road watching the storm.  Drenched to the bone, we stood sopping wet, watching gigantic bolts of lightning illuminate the sky.  Rain was pouring off my nose and my hair, it was soaking his cigarette.  The storm was about as epic as my feelings or maybe the electric air caused my feelings.  Either way, if at that moment I were to get struck, it would have been a good way to go.

Sitting in my apartment wearing only underwear and drinking hot coffee with the fan blasting on me.  It’s already the evening but I feel like my day is just starting.  I got home at 10:30 this morning and was amused by the trail of perogies throughout the place.  These half thawed doughy little blobs were on floor, 3 of them on a plate, and on countertops.  It was as if they escaped during the night.   I opened my freezer to feel the cold air and it looked like a wild animal had been trapped inside.  Packages were clawed open and their contents strewn about.  Evidence that my dear friend had awoken and was hungry.  At the bar, she spilled her entire glass of gin and tonic on my lap and after sort of molesting a guy she got booted out.  I walked her to my place to put her to bed.  She insisted on sleeping on the floor and ripped her skirt off.  As I headed back out into the lively streets of Brattleboro solo, I giggled at the thought of her waking up in a strange apartment, bare bottomed on my dirty floor.  I decided to write a note on a post-it and stuck it to her chest before I left.

Outside on the steamy streets, I reconnected with my partner in crime.  This time we exchanged phone numbers.  Word were said that I hoped would be said.  I think I’m starting to feel (gasp..) a bit gooshy for him.  I’ve gotten quite good at casual encounters and separating sex from love and all that, but maybe, just maybe something is getting through the flaming barbed wire protective fence I keep around myself.

I’m sort of confused right now, I wonder why I’m thinking about him so much.  It scares me a little.  He’s still virtually a stranger with unpacked boxes.  He’s got a spark though, something indescribable that I’m drawn towards.   

This morning I noticed he had blue eyes when he whispered in my ear “for a couple of drunks were not doing so bad”.  We giggled and I felt safe.  Then I slipped away while he continued to sleep.

I listened to a story on public radio a while back about memory.  The researcher said that as humans we are evolving (devolving?) to be unable to remember details like we used to.  With phone numbers stored in our cell phones, and GPS guiding the way, along with many other modern day luxuries we are apparently losing our ‘memory muscle’.  So, this fellow I was listening to went around with a tiny camera strapped to his forehead.  This camera randomly snapped a photo per minute.  At the end of the day he would play through all of them real fast like and this exercise is supposed to help your brain process and remember the day.  I think this is fascinating and would like to get a tiny camera to strap to my head!

 If I had one on this week the following would be the instant replay: dirty dishes gathering dust, pretty lacy dresses over bruised & scraped knees, friends’ couch, cracked windshield, wood, lumber, electric sander, empty refrigerator, Polish men wearing gold chains by the pool, bathroom ceiling, neighbors inflatable above ground pool w/ green water, guy singing on an unstage, a cute smile, sunset out my bedroom window, other peoples pee, latex gloves, bike (is it his?), the concerned worried looks on parents faces when they see their daughter in the E.R., the anesthesiologist w/ a blue mask flirting with me, the nurses in bad printed scrubs being mean to me, the pavement, piles of clothes on the floor, faces from Sterling College that I haven’t seen in 10 years, NCLEX study questions  a) b) c) or d), the blue glow of this damn computer…