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charliesmumI had a dream about House last night. I am sharing it with you lot, but I'm putting it behind a cut in case you don't care.
I dreamed I was on House's staff, and was very upset because my patient was going to lose his left hand. He and I were both upset because he was left-handed. Meanwhile, for some reason Chase thought Cameron was pregnant - in my dream they had slept together, and he was worried that he got her pregnant, so somehow (dream logic) he gave her a pregnancy test and wanted me to check the results. I did but I wouldn't tell him what they were because he was annoying me, and apparently Cameron and I were confidants, because I knew she still had feelings for House, and I told Chase I didn't blame her because I was crushing on him too. And besides I didn't have time for Chase's problems because I was worried about my patient.
I'm sure everyone by now is aware of the death of Rosa Parks. I wonder what it must have been like to live so long as a symbol for something larger than yourself? She always handled it with dignity and grace.
In a completely unrelated segue, I would like to share a small frustration. This morning Charlie's friend Devon said that Charlie called him a 'pig' yesterday. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie didn't, mostly because I know it isn't a word he would be familiar with - at least not in that context. Idiot, yes, pig, no. And I could also tell D was making it up. He is having some anger issues lately. Well Charlie denied saying it, and D contradicted him and it got into one of those 'yes you did' 'no I didn't' things, and I could tell Charlie was getting upset.
Thing was, so was I, and it wasn't so much because I was worried for Charlie, but because when I was growing up I hated when people did that. Hated it. I despised being called a liar, and it made me crazed when people would just 'ya-huh' at me and not listen to reason. I found myself getting really annoyed at poor D, which wasn't fair. (Although he was being kind of a brat.)
And poor Charlie. He is not a good liar, and usually fesses up to something like that, even if he tries to qualify it with a 'but he...' Not only that, D said it was while playing some sort of ball game, and Charlie really doesn't do that. Team sports eludes him.
I'm sure they are both over it already, but me, I'm left with flashbacks of my own less than stellar school-yard memories. Sigh.
Rosa Parks, dignity and grace. Me...not so much
I dreamed I was on House's staff, and was very upset because my patient was going to lose his left hand. He and I were both upset because he was left-handed. Meanwhile, for some reason Chase thought Cameron was pregnant - in my dream they had slept together, and he was worried that he got her pregnant, so somehow (dream logic) he gave her a pregnancy test and wanted me to check the results. I did but I wouldn't tell him what they were because he was annoying me, and apparently Cameron and I were confidants, because I knew she still had feelings for House, and I told Chase I didn't blame her because I was crushing on him too. And besides I didn't have time for Chase's problems because I was worried about my patient.
I'm sure everyone by now is aware of the death of Rosa Parks. I wonder what it must have been like to live so long as a symbol for something larger than yourself? She always handled it with dignity and grace.
In a completely unrelated segue, I would like to share a small frustration. This morning Charlie's friend Devon said that Charlie called him a 'pig' yesterday. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie didn't, mostly because I know it isn't a word he would be familiar with - at least not in that context. Idiot, yes, pig, no. And I could also tell D was making it up. He is having some anger issues lately. Well Charlie denied saying it, and D contradicted him and it got into one of those 'yes you did' 'no I didn't' things, and I could tell Charlie was getting upset.
Thing was, so was I, and it wasn't so much because I was worried for Charlie, but because when I was growing up I hated when people did that. Hated it. I despised being called a liar, and it made me crazed when people would just 'ya-huh' at me and not listen to reason. I found myself getting really annoyed at poor D, which wasn't fair. (Although he was being kind of a brat.)
And poor Charlie. He is not a good liar, and usually fesses up to something like that, even if he tries to qualify it with a 'but he...' Not only that, D said it was while playing some sort of ball game, and Charlie really doesn't do that. Team sports eludes him.
I'm sure they are both over it already, but me, I'm left with flashbacks of my own less than stellar school-yard memories. Sigh.
Rosa Parks, dignity and grace. Me...not so much
