The Sky Is Falling, The Sky Is Falling...sheetrock, paint, insulation.

I am perhaps just a bit superstitious. No like throw spilled salt over my shoulder or if you kill a cat in your car on purpose that you'll have bad luck. But I do beleive that bad things happen in three's. Or so it seems. My patient the other night ended up coding in the ICU and dying. Totally dead. Sucked. Then a good friend's brother seizes and ends up intubated in the ICU. Also not good. Two bad things. So I sorta starting freaking out as my father in law was supposed to have open heart surgery the next morning. The THIRD thing.

Sleep during the best of days is poor, the dreams were so so weird that day. I went downstairs pissed as hell that the house was stinkey, musty and cigarette smelling. Not quite awake these strange smells did not register. As I walked down the stairs there was this fluff everywhere! As I started swearing at the dog I looked up in my living room and saw this giant hole where the ceiling had colapsed and covering the floor was paint chips, huge hunks of sheet rock and lots and lots of fluff. THE THIRD THING had happened. I though to myself, well I'd better shower I have a lot to do today...
Dennis came out of surgery just fine and is doing great. My ceiling after a week is no longer gaping but the fluff is still every where! Tonight I plan to drink.