Mr Bean Trying to Stay Awake in Church. I can Really Relate See the video at
Tuesday and Wednesday were days where the old Crap both my own life and others kept rising to the top. My current and crap, which in reality is my old crap move to the present are my PTSD related issues or maybe it’s the whole damned subscription. My stuff came up, because as Elmer the Shrink says that they have been suppressed by my brain and get dredged up by stuff that triggers them. Thus it is kind of involuntary, something that I hate. I am a deliberate and logical person and I don’t like this stuff coming up and screwing with my life, which right now is pretty busy and stressful.
Tuesday night I had the “privilege” of getting two and a half hours of sleep after a great seminar on Caregiver Operational Stress management and intervention. I was proud of myself. I actually got through an entire daylong seminar without an immediate PTSD meltdown during the seminar. That last three times I have attended classes or seminars dealing with things related to or that touch on my stuff it has been like a old pitcher who has seen better days getting chased from the mound at Yankee Stadium in the first inning giving up 7 runs without recording an out. Tuesday it was hard but it was like getting a complete game and the win. This was a big accomplishment for me as I have not been able to do this since before I went to Iraq. However, the subject matter did kick up a bunch of my stuff from Iraq and getting to sleep was really; I mean really fun….not. To use the old pitcher metaphor I may have got the win but my arm and body need some time to recover, only instead of the arm and body it is by pea-brain. So Tuesday I didn’t get to bed until 2:30 AM and was back up at 5:00 AM so I could come to work and take the duty for the house in addition to my regular duties.
Now I don’t mind having duty, especially at night when I get a chance to round through our hospital wards and spend time with staff, especially the folks in the various ICUs and units that are not part of my daily routine. Yesterday I had a couple of meetings today, a long one in the morning and a couple in the afternoon. The last meeting was like one of those afternoon classes that I dreaded back in college and seminary; the kind that I took because I was either working or wanted to sleep late, but which kicked my ass. One time in seminary the “Z Monster” grabbed me after eating a big burger at lunch before going to class. That afternoon in Philosophy of Religion the Professor, Dr. Yandall Woodfin, decided to enlighten us with a slide show of various art masterpieces and the religious and or philosophical meanings that could be ascribed to them, I think there were several slide trays of them as this was in the technological dark ages before Power Point poisoning. I was sitting in the front row, my desk almost under Dr. Woodfin’s nose just slightly to the left of the slide carousel. The lights were turned low so we could see the pictures better and the temperature was just warm enough in the classroom to make me even more sleepy. As all the blood in my body rushed from my brain to my burger locker I began to struggle to stay awake. It was like Mr. Bean trying to stay awake in church http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7178785146631188901&ei=UthpSvKcCpv-qAOCyJAd&q=mr+bean+in+church&hl=en I was fighting hard but the “Z Monster” won. I was doing the “bob, jerk and sleep” for about 20 minutes when finally catastrophe hit. I flipped my desk; it was a rollover accident without a roll bar, but it was amazing that I did not hurt myself and just how fast I recovered. I had that desk righted and had my ass back in it before anyone knew what hit them. My fellow students tried to restrain their laughter as the unflappable Dr Woodfin kept the lecture going without missing a beat. I don’t know if it was years of training or the fact that he was in his “teaching zone” but his focus was amazing as he showed absolutely no distraction by my roll over.
I had similar experiences in other academic and military settings, but while I may have fallen out of my seat I never again flipped a desk. However today was tough. I had been pumping myself with caffeine all day long and evidently it was not having the desired effect. I got to the NOD (Nurse of the Day) meeting where the on call people meet with representatives of the nursing units to get an idea what is going on in the hospital at large. Today I took my seat and the “Z Monster” showed his well disguised face and zapped me. Pretty soon I was fighting to stay awake. I was pinching myself, shrugging my shoulders, sucking down my Coke Zero just to stay awake, a couple of times I caught myself about to fall forward in my chair, thankfully I didn’t snore…yes I have done that in meetings or classes too. When the meeting ended I was more than happy. I slowly rose from my chair, shook myself out and downed the last of my Coke Zero. When I got back onto the ICU I got second wind and was good the rest of the evening, made all of my rounds and finally feeling that things were okay for the night trundled off to the chaplain call room to try to sleep. I got in the bed, pulled the threadbare hospital sheets and too small blankets over me, arranged the flat pillows so they resembled a real pillow turned off the lights and close my eyes. Unfortunately though my body was toast my brain did not want to turn off, it was like the brain had a mind of its own and was going to keep my body up even though my body was saying “Oh God let me sleep.” I was so tired that I couldn’t even write myself to sleep like I normally do. Even my entreaties to the Deity Herself seemed to go unanswered, so a laid there, turned on the television and surfed the paltry selection of channels that Mordoc the Preventer of Information contracted to get finally flipping between late night talk show hosts on the major networks other than Conan O’Brien I didn’t know who the majority of these guys were, one of them who followed Conan started kissing the camera in the middle of his monologue. I rapidly changed channel as that was frightening. Finally about 2:30, which must be the new 11:30 for me, I drifted off to sleep to be awakened by the 0600 test of our Code Blue response pager. I did my duty turnover, pumped myself full of caffeine checked on the ICU and PICU, visited some patients, consulted the staff, answered some hot e-mail and calls regarding our incoming Pastoral Care Residents and realized that my body was starting to tell me that I was done. I trudged down to our main office, sat down with the boss who asked why I was still at work, discussed a couple of issues with him and got sent home where I kissed Judy, pet the dog and threw my ass in bed. I feel slightly more human now and pray that the sleep I got this afternoon does not mess up going to sleep tonight.
While thinking about how my old crap was exhumed by the class, something that Elmer the Shrink says that my brain has been suppressing, I got an e-mail from a pastor who has syndicated opinion column for a number of newspapers here in the USA. The guy used to write some pretty good stuff that was encouraging, inspiring and occasionally thought provoking. But something has changed and his articles have become often become almost venomous. I guess that he’s really angry about something, probably Obama and the Democrats. I understand that that is his right as a citizen, there are a lot of people unhappy with the President and Congress, my mother is one of them. I talk to my mother almost daily almost and for eight years she bitched about Bush and the Republicans and now she is bitching about Obama and the Democrats, but she represents herself, she is not a pastor, she holds no church or public office and thus can do whatever she wants.
Anyway this pastor chose to write an article full of anger and poisonous invective, but not at anything happening now. He chose to dig up old crap with no relevance to the Gospel, or to anything that is happening now. He chose to write about a doctoral seminar that he attended several years ago. He discussed a situation where a non-US citizen pastor of an American church in a graduate program was criticizing the USA as a major source of the world’s problems. Now I might take offense if someone did that, I would defend my country and I might depending on the situation confront him during or after the class. However, this chose to drag this up when it seems totally irrelevant to anything going on now. I really don’t think that anyone is concerned about how a foreign pastor pissed this minister off years ago. People are scarred spitless of the Commie North Koreans, Iranian nukes, Pakistani nukes, the expanding war in Afghanistan, the price of gas, the economy and a hundred other very real crisis’s. But this pastor decided to tell how a long time ago he responded in a class to a guy who dared to criticize the USA. But this wasn’t the worst of it, this guy ended the column with a particularly acidic comment that was like cup of “America Love it or Leave It” with a shot of Drano. There was no redemptive point to the article; there was no humor, no spiritual lesson, just a very angry and bitter screed about something that happened in a classroom among a bunch of doctoral students which happened four years ago at the height of the insurgency in Iraq. I did not think that the article was befitting of him and hope that his ministry is not filled with stuff like this as it is poison. Like Drano it will clean you out, but it will leave you empty inside. If this were an isolated occurrence with this pastor I would chalk it up to him having a bad day, but he is trending this way and I’m afraid that if he continues to do so he will hurt his church and the broader Christian church by becoming identified more with a political message than his faith. In fairness I don’t know what caused him to write the article, maybe something triggered him and caused this to kick in. I do want to be fair to him. I do plan on discussing the matter with him because I actually do care.
Now I’m sure that there are people who think that I’m full of crap too, and I’m okay with that, because I know that I have issues and rough edges and sometimes push the envelope. At the same time I do try to find a point of contact in the present and write, even when I am critical of a person or institution. I do not believe that anyone or any institution is totally bad or good, even people that I disagree with are like broken clocks, they are right twice a day.
I hope to sleep tonight and I hope none of my old Crap or anyone else’s old Crap shows up tonight. Unfortunately Crap tedns to rise to the surface.