Dream A Little Dream

"Dreams are nothing more than wishes and a wish is just a dream, you wish to come true" -Harry Nilsson "The Puppy Song". That's deep thinking, right there. More about that in a moment. I had to go to the doctor today to see if my blood work came out okay. It did. My doctor seems to be cutting back on his hours for personal reasons. The reason I mention this is that he had a medical student helping him today. The student did all the listening to my inards, checking stuff and asking a bunch of questions, before the doctor actually showed up. This medical student idea is a real deal for the doctor. I was a little surprised when he asked me what Advicor, my cholesterol medication, was. I guess they didn't get to drugs yet in his medical school. Plus, he kept thumbing through a paperback book as he examined me. I really prefer that my medical professionals have this stuff memorized. Let's see, the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone, check, the thigh bone's connected to the...to the...crap! Not a real confidence booster. I'm 76 inches or 193 cm tall and weigh 235 pounds. The med student said something kind of funny. He said that when he sees on a chart that the next patient weighs a lot, like me, he tries to guess what the patient will look like. Is he opening the door on Jabba the Hut? Just a point here. I am actually at the ideal weight for a slightly taller man, so blame nature if you must point fingers, Doctor-Man. Dr. Medical Student was kind enough to remark that I carry my weight well. I appreciate that he thinks that I make lugging this mess around look easy, but I'd like to have someone else carry about 50 pounds of it around most days. I can't figure out how to arrange that though, and short of a short of a diet, I'm out of ideas. Yikes! At the end of the medical stuff, the doctor asked me when I planned to retire. I waited for him to tell me that I ought to, seeing as how I only have a month to live, and all. But it turns out that this is related to him having cut back on his hours. I think he is really struggling with the idea of taking more time for himself. I just keep thinking of reasons for keeping on with my crappy job. This did set me to thinking about what I would rather be doing, not like I don't think about that about every ten minutes already. That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question though. Some people have a dream. I don't, try as I might, to think of one. Man, I am so boring. If I could just convince myself that being a miserable wreck is living out my dream, I would be one happy clam. However, if I could do anything, I would like to be a singer. The problem is that I can't really sing. At least not without people asking me to stop, so that's out. I'm pretty sure that when they say to pursue your dream, they mean something you can actually do reasonably well. I would also like to be a handyman, but then I worry about really screwing up something, at someone's house. Plus, I don't want to paint or do someone else's yard work. See what I mean? It's always something with me. This miserable wreck dream idea may have some potential. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor