08-10-2016, 08:57 AM
DM and I are in a room at this big hotel. There must be a convention going on. DM is standing near me while I sit on the sofa looking through a brochure. I'm blathering away about its contents, and it suddenly occurs to me that DM has been unusually silent.
I glance up and am freaked to see DM pale as a ghost, eyes unfocused, on the point of collapse. I jump up and guide him into a sprawl on the sofa. I need to call 911, I keep thinking. Yes, that's what I need to do. Right? But I'm frozen, unable to act.
Then DM says, "Give me the phone." So I grab the phone and try to give it to him. But he says, "No, a rotary phone." I'm baffled. Meanwhile, DM shifts pillows about and finds a rotary phone. He lifts the receiver and dials a number.
Someone apparently answers, because DM says into the phone, "Yeah, I've got a temperature of twenty-eight four."
And I'm thinking, twenty-eight four? That sounds really serious! I need to call 911!. But then I'm thinking, Wait a second. Is that Celsius? I struggle to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit but am getting nowhere, and that's when I wake up.
I'm shaken and can't get back to sleep for a couple hours.
This happened two nights ago after DM first reported serious issues with the Pom. I think that was the genesis.
P.S.: DM? Lose the Celsius, okay? I can't do math in my dreams.
I glance up and am freaked to see DM pale as a ghost, eyes unfocused, on the point of collapse. I jump up and guide him into a sprawl on the sofa. I need to call 911, I keep thinking. Yes, that's what I need to do. Right? But I'm frozen, unable to act.
Then DM says, "Give me the phone." So I grab the phone and try to give it to him. But he says, "No, a rotary phone." I'm baffled. Meanwhile, DM shifts pillows about and finds a rotary phone. He lifts the receiver and dials a number.
Someone apparently answers, because DM says into the phone, "Yeah, I've got a temperature of twenty-eight four."
And I'm thinking, twenty-eight four? That sounds really serious! I need to call 911!. But then I'm thinking, Wait a second. Is that Celsius? I struggle to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit but am getting nowhere, and that's when I wake up.
I'm shaken and can't get back to sleep for a couple hours.
This happened two nights ago after DM first reported serious issues with the Pom. I think that was the genesis.
P.S.: DM? Lose the Celsius, okay? I can't do math in my dreams.
I'm nobody's pony.