I’ve had a vision, and I have to share it.
I was working late one night, trying to make our clinic finances make sense, and I began to doze. Suddenly, I was dressed in surgical scrubs, with one of those little blue hats on my head and a mask over my mouth and nose. A medical assistant pushing a patient on a cart brushed passed me and said, “I’m putting your next patient in the room, Dr. Beasley.”
“Thanks!” I called after them and looked at my watch. I’m always looking at my watch at work to see how far behind I am, so that wasn’t surprising in this dream. What was surprising is that I’m an internist, and I never wear scrubs.