Batter batter

Right now the nuisance in clinic is not a bat or a batter but a battery. I have a hospital issued laptop from last April. I had a day of orientation and one day that they walked me through the electronic medical record. I absorbed about ten percent of what they said. One day is silly, it should be broken up over the orientation, over three days or more, but places do not do that. Anyhow, Friday afternoon I was done and supposed to see patients on Monday, with support.

I wandered back from the IT office to the HR office. “Um, I’m supposed to have a laptop. Is it already at the clinic?” HR didn’t know. They called the clinic. Nope, IT was supposed to issue me one. We went to IT together. IT was in the middle of a massive update. No one had remembered that I needed a laptop. They “found” one and set up my program. This all took another hour.

Months later we were on the phone with IT and I had to say the name of the laptop. “Oh,” said the IT person. “THAT’S where my laptop went.” I was issued an IT one, not a provider one. I don’t care, do I?

Except, the battery is old. I guess the laptop is “old” too, but it works. So far. However, the battery won’t last even through a morning now. I put in a ticket to IT about a month ago and a battery is on order “because that’s an old one, we don’t have those in stock”. I plug it in to the desk top in the office, but we run two or three exam rooms and it’s awkward and a nuisance to plug in and unplug in each room. I leave the cord in one room and cross my fingers.

Yesterday someone from IT shows up right before my last patient and takes the back off my laptop. Except the battery he’s brought doesn’t fit. He has to put it all back together. I laugh, because it’s kind of ridiculous. He does leave me a second charging cord, so now I have ones for two rooms. The risk is that I will forget and walk away with it plugged in and drop it. Of course, then I might be issued a “new” laptop.

That is the present silly mildly annoying nuisance at work.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: nuisance.

The picture is from the Saturday parade, a tree on a distant roof.

silence

You are silent.

I try a little more but I am tired. I am tired of drama, trauma drama. I dream and dream and dream. I dream that my ex touches a live bat. The bat changes in my dream, from a tiny brown nose bat to a huge fox bat with fur and stripes. It is unconscious.

“Don’t touch it! You touched it! Now we have to take it to the Health Department!” I am eyeing the bat and thinking of throwing something over it. A container. It’s huge.

My ex laughs. “No we don’t.”

“Yes we do! Rabies! It could have rabies! If we don’t take it in, you’ll need rabies shots!” Poor bat, I think, it will be killed to test for rabies.

My ex keeps laughing. “I’m not going to be tested, I won’t have shots, and the bat is fine!”

“WHAT!” I say, “No, you could die!”

I wake up. What was that dream about? Oh. It’s about you, refusing to test for Covid after being exposed. You said you would hike with me. “Not if you won’t test,” I say, “I can’t afford to get Covid again, I can’t be around you for 15 days if you won’t test.”

And you go silent.

And I try a little more and I let go. You will have to break the silence if you plan to keep your promises. Will you or won’t you? I am supposed to trust you. But people say trust me, and then sometimes they are drunk, and lying, and you can’t trust them. “I will never hurt you,” is a lie. Try this instead: “I will try not to hurt you and I will listen if you feel hurt.” And change, maybe?

Maybe.

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Dreams are funny. Fox bats ARE the largest bats in the world, but they do not have stripes: https://allthatsinteresting.com/giant-golden-crowned-flying-fox.

Ms Boa signifies

Ms. Boa looks the way I have felt this week. And hearing that Aretha Franklin died, I think this expresses my mood.

This is for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: respect. Respect for loss, grief, and cat knowledge too.

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Princess Mittens, the cat on the left, is gone. One day she was in the living room, sitting under the vent and staring up at it. I finally paid attention and realized why.

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There was a bat in the vent. I could see claws. Ms. Boa became very interested too.

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We did get the bat out, by opening the windows upstairs and the vent. Keeping the cats downstairs.

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Ms. Boa was sad when our other cat was killed by a car.

Thank you so much for the music, Aretha Franklin.