Dayinera's Dream

Standing in the ER where the government made me come, I see there are no patients. They made me come to work anyway.

“If people come in for treatment of gunshot wounds, kick them aside”, they said. “Don't let them see you laugh. They will think it is educational.”

I feel nervous as I put the supplies away: needles, plastic spoons, metal soup spoons, forks, long plastic teaspoons, #20's, #18's (in case there is a blood transfusion), #22's. Nothing is organized right.

Frustrated, I decide to mop up the blood on the floor in Room # 6.

Nobody will let me mop because of the drought.

While we wait on patients to come, the three doctors will put on a show for us. Animals do the charades, a dog, a raccoon and a small squirrel.

“Guess the tune!” the docs yell.

Dr. Bradley disappears into thin air. Scarey.

Dr. Goldberg suddenly turns old and withered. Skinny.

Dr. Miller says, “Look at Suzette sitting in her office eating popcorn! Look at her butt. 12 bags on each side of the great divide! No, I take that back. 15 bags on one side. She is lopsided.”

Suddenly we see it, a disaster arriving at the ER. All my high school classmates, 40 or 30, are brought in to find a place to stay. They have been evacuated due to the drought.

I start to panic. I have to get out of here and go save my house.

I take shift report from Judy, my high school classmate who just arrived. That doesn't make sense and I am confused.

“Get away from me, you stupid people!” I scream. 
 There is chaos because of the influx of American refugees.

“OK, it's surgery time!” Two fat nurses take hold of my arms. I am the patient!

Trying to get loose, I wake up.