The Life and Times of S

In the middle of the night....

So I had a dream last night. Crazy is a mild word for it.

In the dream, my colleague S. was my family doctor, and my good friend S. was my specialist, who I forced to 'euthanize' me, because of some serious illness I had in the dream. He begged me to talk to my family before I made a decision like that, but I chose not to listen to him. After he gave me the death shot, the following conversation ensued:

"You have eight minutes."
"Thats more than enough."
"Is there someone you want to call?"
"No."
"Do you need anything?"
"Just my cell phone. And a pen and paper."
"Ok."
"I want to be alone."
"Ok."

I sent out a text message. And wrote out one line on a piece of paper.
Then I closed my eyes.

It was a crazy, crazy, crazy dream. But what was really crazy was that I only wrote down my thoughts for one person. And all the while I knew there is way more poeple out there that I care about and who care about me and who would want to hear from me before I breathed my last.

Hmmm. Guess I don't care about them as much as I thought I do.

posted by S @ 6:53 PM