Duncy Does Dallas
I went to the flea market type thing on Friday during a long lunch break with my friend LordOfHearts. We had a nice time roaming around without any aim. he bought some fancy artsy clocks. I bought some cute boxers (they are comfy to sleep in) and a raincoat. Friday evening we all went out to celebrate his birthday on Sunday. We had dinner and went bar hopping trying to get drunk. We had a nice time and listened to some nice songs in the car while another friend was driving. LOH was alone since his wife EternalGirlfriend had to work early at 2am and refused to come out with us. He was feeling really bummed out about that. We heard “Rang De Basanti” I love the song, Roobaroo and the Rang De Bansanti song from the movie. I also heard the song “Bure bure” from Bluffmaster which was good. Also, “Black Horse and the Cherry Tree” and the Romanian “Dragostea Din Tei”. There are all nice songs that I have on my Mp3 player these days.
I don’t know what LOH wants from me since I think he knows that there can be nothing between us. Nothing was explicit but I get the feeling that it’s not all my imagination. I can’t quite put my finger on it though. He kept sitting next to me everywhere. I started to notice this starkly when I was sitting in the corner in the back seat and he sat somewhere in the middle although only the two of us were sitting back. It felt rather weird for me that he kept bumping into me as he swayed to the songs in the car. I wish he wouldn’t tempt me like this. What I regret from the evening is that at almost the end of the night when I was starting to feel just a bit drunk, I turned to LOH and told him that he looked cute when he didn’t gel his hair. It was a rather innocent statement but there was a moment there that I think I looked a little too long into his eyes as I told him that. I think he noticed it quietly but he simply said that he didn’t like his hair and I replied saying that his hair was fine. I don’t think I directly looked at him for the rest of the evening. I was slightly drunk but I think I knew that I had crossed a certain line that I have so long maintained with so much work. I am convicing myself that it was all in my imagination.
I just think I have had enough of falling for straight guys who get married or already married ones, that it’s not worth the heartbreak. Openly gay guys are much less heartbreak. Anyways, I think I am growing tired of dating non Indian guys and am craving Indian guys! Anybody wanna date me? *my best smile*
Over the weekend, I got to work one day in the Emergency department and one day in the psych ward of the hospital this time in Dallas. It was entertaining as hell. The emergency department had one of the nurses who gave a medication to a patient that he did not have the authorisation to give and then lie about it. So how it typically works apparently is that in the paper world the nurses used to give the medications like pain killers to patients who are in a great deal of pain and then when the doctor walks in they simply get the signature on the paper. But this time the medication was entered into the computer as soon as the pill was removed from the tray automatically which the nurse hadn’t anticipated. So when they called me around to the nurse I asked him if he had any idea who the medication was ordered. But he completely denied the event and so I asked him again if he had any idea about who this medication could have been ordered since his name was the only one that was showing up on the computer. After he refused again, I simply had a closed door meeting with the charge nurses on the floor. She seemed to be of the opinion that the medication was perfectly normal in this case and wondered why the nurse had to lie instead of just admitting that the did. Then drama happened and finally the nurse admitted that he had given the drug and then been nervous about owning up to it and didn’t realise that his name would show up on the computer. It was somewhat disheartening because the nurse in this case was simply trying to alleviate the pain of a patient who was suffering and he had to lie about it.
The next day was spent on the psyche ward of the hospital which was really interesting. It was a teenage facility and what struck me most about this place was these kids all ranging from the 12 to 17 were really polite and well mannered kids from the small snapshot that I got in the 12 hours I spent there. I was expecting really violent kids who were dishevelled. But what I saw was rich kids who were well groomed and were at the best behaviour possible. Mostly were rich girls who all had alcohol problems. The boys were mostly there for drug abuse and ADHD.
There was this one guy who went to Mexico as part of a church retreat and had taken drugs there and had not slept for 5 days. He was apparently completely yelling and screaming when the church people crossed the border into the US and the border guards wouldn’t let them cross since he kept talking about drugs to the immigration folks. The group simply dumped him in Dallas after crossing the border and went back home being very happy to be rid of him I suppose. He looked clean when I was there, but he refused to eat and kept sleeping in his own room. It was a bit sad, but his mom was flying into town the next day to pick him up.
I was surprised by the fact that the docs actually called some of the kids “nuts”. I thought that was hyper un sensitive of them. They were talking about a girl who had been re-admitted after blacking out in some far away place after having a drug overdose. Something about taking half a pill of ecstasy at a time but she taking two whole ones and all her friends abandoning her on the road after she blacked out. After she got back home her mom sent her for a drug test and she was positive. Hence her stay there.
Then there was the kid who had 4 different kinds of drugs in his system. They were all surprised that the well behaved kid who had eloped with his girl friend had all this in his system. But they added that at least he knew all the major drug groups and knew how to take the drugs that make you high with the suppressants and how he controlled what the drugs did and not the other way. He was in the facility with his current girl friend and his ex girl friend had they had all eloped together and tried to cash a check by his parents for some random amount but were too drunk to pull it off successfully.
There was the kid who had tried to kill himself after he could not perform sexually.
So they all had classes for age appropriate behaviour. How to dress, how to express anger, who to deal with drugs and alcohol and who to deal with self image issues. How to deal with intimacy as teens. They also had classes for the parents of the kids here.
I read two things that I found interesting. A book on Dealing with anger, talked about how to its ok to express anger as long as its non confrontational. To frame statements in formats like, “I feel angry when I think you are doing blah blah”. Another book on dealing with perfectionism talked about how you cannot please everybody and that it was futile to try.
It might have simply that the kids were all behaving normally because they were all on anti-depressants and anti-psychosis drugs. They all seemed so normal.
My flight out of Dallas was late and I and a co-worked missed a connecting flight in Chicago. And since were weren’t flying our usual airline, we didn’t get upgrades to first class either, but this airline had Starbucks coffee which according to me compensated for the fact that I wasn’t in first class, since leg room has never been an issue for me but I do like the service.
I normally always feel tired after a trip but today I woke up after about 13 hours of sleep. I feel refreshed and have been very productive today. I talked to my mom out of schedule and she was happy about it.
What is this I am hearing about Indian bloggers not being able to blog after the government had blocked the sites? Anybody got any news on that? I haven’t been able to catch up any of the Gay Games VII news. I am still wondering if I should drive down to Chicago for the closing ceremony. It seems like an awful lot of fun!
Mood: Positive. It is the 10050th day of my life.
I don’t know what LOH wants from me since I think he knows that there can be nothing between us. Nothing was explicit but I get the feeling that it’s not all my imagination. I can’t quite put my finger on it though. He kept sitting next to me everywhere. I started to notice this starkly when I was sitting in the corner in the back seat and he sat somewhere in the middle although only the two of us were sitting back. It felt rather weird for me that he kept bumping into me as he swayed to the songs in the car. I wish he wouldn’t tempt me like this. What I regret from the evening is that at almost the end of the night when I was starting to feel just a bit drunk, I turned to LOH and told him that he looked cute when he didn’t gel his hair. It was a rather innocent statement but there was a moment there that I think I looked a little too long into his eyes as I told him that. I think he noticed it quietly but he simply said that he didn’t like his hair and I replied saying that his hair was fine. I don’t think I directly looked at him for the rest of the evening. I was slightly drunk but I think I knew that I had crossed a certain line that I have so long maintained with so much work. I am convicing myself that it was all in my imagination.
I just think I have had enough of falling for straight guys who get married or already married ones, that it’s not worth the heartbreak. Openly gay guys are much less heartbreak. Anyways, I think I am growing tired of dating non Indian guys and am craving Indian guys! Anybody wanna date me? *my best smile*
Over the weekend, I got to work one day in the Emergency department and one day in the psych ward of the hospital this time in Dallas. It was entertaining as hell. The emergency department had one of the nurses who gave a medication to a patient that he did not have the authorisation to give and then lie about it. So how it typically works apparently is that in the paper world the nurses used to give the medications like pain killers to patients who are in a great deal of pain and then when the doctor walks in they simply get the signature on the paper. But this time the medication was entered into the computer as soon as the pill was removed from the tray automatically which the nurse hadn’t anticipated. So when they called me around to the nurse I asked him if he had any idea who the medication was ordered. But he completely denied the event and so I asked him again if he had any idea about who this medication could have been ordered since his name was the only one that was showing up on the computer. After he refused again, I simply had a closed door meeting with the charge nurses on the floor. She seemed to be of the opinion that the medication was perfectly normal in this case and wondered why the nurse had to lie instead of just admitting that the did. Then drama happened and finally the nurse admitted that he had given the drug and then been nervous about owning up to it and didn’t realise that his name would show up on the computer. It was somewhat disheartening because the nurse in this case was simply trying to alleviate the pain of a patient who was suffering and he had to lie about it.
The next day was spent on the psyche ward of the hospital which was really interesting. It was a teenage facility and what struck me most about this place was these kids all ranging from the 12 to 17 were really polite and well mannered kids from the small snapshot that I got in the 12 hours I spent there. I was expecting really violent kids who were dishevelled. But what I saw was rich kids who were well groomed and were at the best behaviour possible. Mostly were rich girls who all had alcohol problems. The boys were mostly there for drug abuse and ADHD.
There was this one guy who went to Mexico as part of a church retreat and had taken drugs there and had not slept for 5 days. He was apparently completely yelling and screaming when the church people crossed the border into the US and the border guards wouldn’t let them cross since he kept talking about drugs to the immigration folks. The group simply dumped him in Dallas after crossing the border and went back home being very happy to be rid of him I suppose. He looked clean when I was there, but he refused to eat and kept sleeping in his own room. It was a bit sad, but his mom was flying into town the next day to pick him up.
I was surprised by the fact that the docs actually called some of the kids “nuts”. I thought that was hyper un sensitive of them. They were talking about a girl who had been re-admitted after blacking out in some far away place after having a drug overdose. Something about taking half a pill of ecstasy at a time but she taking two whole ones and all her friends abandoning her on the road after she blacked out. After she got back home her mom sent her for a drug test and she was positive. Hence her stay there.
Then there was the kid who had 4 different kinds of drugs in his system. They were all surprised that the well behaved kid who had eloped with his girl friend had all this in his system. But they added that at least he knew all the major drug groups and knew how to take the drugs that make you high with the suppressants and how he controlled what the drugs did and not the other way. He was in the facility with his current girl friend and his ex girl friend had they had all eloped together and tried to cash a check by his parents for some random amount but were too drunk to pull it off successfully.
There was the kid who had tried to kill himself after he could not perform sexually.
So they all had classes for age appropriate behaviour. How to dress, how to express anger, who to deal with drugs and alcohol and who to deal with self image issues. How to deal with intimacy as teens. They also had classes for the parents of the kids here.
I read two things that I found interesting. A book on Dealing with anger, talked about how to its ok to express anger as long as its non confrontational. To frame statements in formats like, “I feel angry when I think you are doing blah blah”. Another book on dealing with perfectionism talked about how you cannot please everybody and that it was futile to try.
It might have simply that the kids were all behaving normally because they were all on anti-depressants and anti-psychosis drugs. They all seemed so normal.
My flight out of Dallas was late and I and a co-worked missed a connecting flight in Chicago. And since were weren’t flying our usual airline, we didn’t get upgrades to first class either, but this airline had Starbucks coffee which according to me compensated for the fact that I wasn’t in first class, since leg room has never been an issue for me but I do like the service.
I normally always feel tired after a trip but today I woke up after about 13 hours of sleep. I feel refreshed and have been very productive today. I talked to my mom out of schedule and she was happy about it.
What is this I am hearing about Indian bloggers not being able to blog after the government had blocked the sites? Anybody got any news on that? I haven’t been able to catch up any of the Gay Games VII news. I am still wondering if I should drive down to Chicago for the closing ceremony. It seems like an awful lot of fun!
Mood: Positive. It is the 10050th day of my life.
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