The Neon Nurse's Charting

Did not get awakened to blood-letting this morning, a minor plus. No, instead it was Mike reporting that the dog was throwing up everywhere. Then the dog himself came in for comforting and threw up...FROM my bed instead of in, but still. Not sure what the problem is...everything seems normal except that he keeps doing it. So we'll begin tomorrow with a trip to the vet, I guess.

While I was sleeping, I was having unsettling dreams--things blowing up, people lost and crying. At one point I thought Damaris and the girls were there, sitting on my blankets so I couldn't get up. I DID know I was dreaming, though, because I managed to at least open my eyes a little, and I could tell the room light was not the same color as it was in my dream.

The weird dreams and trouble waking might have been because I took a Benadryl at bedtime. I might be catching a cold.

Then Damaris came over for reals later in the morning. She has some stress going on in her life, and it's the sort of thing that no one on the outside can help with much, which is the kind of problem *I* hate because I always want to fix everything.

However, today hasn't been all bad. Here's something funny that happened!

While Damaris was talking to me this morning, Mike kept drifting away from the dishes he was supposed to be washing to come hear what was going on. At one point, he interjected one of his patented almost but not quite appropriate sympathetic and encouraging comments, which made Damaris start laughing hysterically. "Watch your back, Dr. Phil! Here's your new competition!"

Just like that we started envisioning the Mr. Mike Show...because that's how we get at the slightest provocation.

Sad Victim of the Day: *tells tragic story*

Mr. Mike: *listens briefly then speaks* "OHHH WELLL! Get USED to it!!"

Audience: *makes various train sounds to indicate approval* "Wooooo-WOOOOOOO!"
"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang!!"

But I don't want you to think Mike is wholly sympathy-free. He does understand that sad events sometimes happen that no one can control. That's why we almost hurt ourselves laughing when he looked very worried and asked Damaris sincerely, "So, does that mean you have to sell your kids?"

He SAYS he was just joking. Probably he was hoping we could buy them, so that he would have full-time playmantes....