Be the Salt:

Nightmares: 

Last night’s anxiety work dream was not like the others that I’ve had since my brain tumor.  The others involve being lost in the hospital, unable to work the computers, usually tasked with many things at once. 

This wasn’t a clinic I recognized: ground floor, lots of windows.  A pregnant patient arrived late and needed labs.  I sent her to the lab and finished documenting, grumbling about timeliness.   As I was locking the door, she returned with her interpreter and a sheet of her results in hand.  At the same time, masked men appeared outside.  “Wait!”  as they herded her and her interpreter into a running van.  “She needs to be admitted!  Her hemoglobin is 5.4--she needs iron and a transfusion”.  I was ignored.  “Her interpreter is a citizen!”  I saw her husband off to the side, and hissed, “Run.”  In slow mo, as these things are in dreams, the last agent in the line turned to me and fired.  I saw the bullet, just like The Matrix, and tried to bend to the side.  I saw the blood spatter on the ground, and I ran, focused on getting away.  I woke up in an ambulance full of agents and only one EMT... 

I was an OB/GYN for over 20 years.  The most unlikely part of that dream is that I was doing patient care and responsible for admitting her to the hospital.   

For the rare person in the Venn diagram who both reads my blog and believes Fox News: 

• What is happening in Minnesota is the real-life nightmare. 

• Know that the official narrative is a lie.     

• It isn’t brave to shoot a man in the back.  Not once, not nine more times.  

Matthew 9: 49-50