goodbye, july 18

heat index of 105-110, everybody moving slow and grouchy.

me: hey johnny, i’m on my way to mccain to pick up supplies. want to ride?

uh huh johnny, jumping up from his seat: uh huh, you know johnny does. we’ll cruise, uh huh, people are gonna talk.

me: oh well, what the heck. it’ll be a new ripple. it’ll only last a week.

dr. h: i’m not quite with it today
me: well..it’s monday. we’ll be ok.
dr. h: no we won’t.
me: we won’t?
dr. h: no, we’ll still have our bizarre personalities.
me: thanks dr. h — you just unraveled my last thread of hope.

wright (7:15 a.m.) : we’re sending this guy out to the ER!
wright (9:15 a.m.) Holy hell, he cut his wrists! we’re sending this guy to the ER!
wright: (11:49 a.m.) call operations — we’re sending another one out!
wright: (3:15 p.m.) call mccain — we’re sending this one to first aid and x-ray!

Oh, will Monday never end?

superintendent: we’re getting you a new computer and a bigger office!
me:  well ok!

And from the rehab room that will soon be my office...the sound of a guitar accompanying soothing tenor.  For just a minute, we paused in doorways to catch the gentle of the music, and the chaos stopped while Jim sang.