From Day Dreams of a Spaced Out old Man comes

[Pagafyr]

Talent is what I sought I thought.  I thought I sought what I had.  I found none was my own to be, a talented man for people to see what I got when I thought that I sought to make so people see I was talented.  Instead I yearned to find someone learned who could make it clear why I was, and was not being seen for that.  I thoughtfully retraced the work that I placed where I thought people who could see that made me appear talented.

So, far off did I wonder, and wander, I nearly lost myself in the blunder, of trying to be like someone with talent I had seen they had.  Now my ending is good, because I was glad, that I wasn't like the crowd expected of someone like me when I was so much younger.  I wasn't bad, after all.

[Pagafyr]

It definitely an Epic movie night.  Based on: The Leaf Men and the Brave Good Bugs; by William Joyce.

I mean it.  Spring is upon the land stirring up all sorts of sleepy kinds of life forms.  I miss the good ole days when I could go out and collect strange bugs, I mean Insects... I actually know the name now that people in college call them,  Fauna.  Strange Fauna!  I just picked them up when one of them died before any other gatherers or bugs that would eat them got to them before I did.

Epic is the name of a movie I like because, it blends fantasy with my memories from youth having fun doing real entomolgy.  I got my first Entomology experience with a speical kit to learn how to collect insects; for 10 year olds and older.

Stella!  I could have been a contender in Zoology

[Pagafyr]

I went in search of a place to focus my Google local Guide activities.  To bring me out of the Winter daze.

While on the road trip I chanced to see a sign that said, Warm Springs.  I remembered that the place was a Hot Springs kind of place.  I drove to the location to find it wasn't the place I was told about.  This Warm Springs was the Montana State hospital.  Although it almost fit my mindset earlier, something about the place didn't seem as inviting as a hot spring to soak in.

I was told a tale about how the springs of hot sulfer heated springs could make our bodies release stress, and even sweat out unhealthy stuff while soaking in the waters for a few minutes.  The building I saw reminded me of an ancient home of some wealthy people.

It turned out it used to be where rich people could go for baths, cure alls, and treatment.  Not anymore!  I turned the wheel on the steering column and drove away.

Next stop, some place where I can sit and soak getting the benefit of some hot spring waters.

[Pagafyr]

Currently watching Demolition Man.  With Silvestor Stallone and Wesly Snipes.

[Pagafyr]

Before my hero became a magician I recall reading that he first appeared as a doctor.  The following is what I remembered.  I hope it does the people justice who wrote the story and made the comic book for us children.

 

The man at the door stood and stared as they brought in the patient on the gurney.  His dark hair had streaks of silver and white above his ears streaming to the back of his neck.   The gurney came in through the door of ER.  He stepped up to the side of the gurney and began studying the patient.  Preparing to send him to where he would need to go.  Dr. Strange saw a wound on the man's neck, a streak of abraised and bruise skin where the bullet slid up on his skin until it disappeared into the skull of the man.

It missed his spine.  The PA said.  His vitals don't show any damage to his nervous system.  It must have passed right through into his brain.

As they moved the gurney along Dr. Strange walked beside it; looked; then gently touched the mans scalp to feel where it might be if it was stopped by the bone.  He stepped away from gurney.  As he gave the para-medics a nod of acceptance of their prognosis another doctor sped up to the side of the man and started barking orders.   To which Dr. Strange noted and became alarmed at hearing the other doctors commands.   They would need an X-Ray before they should do anything.  But the other doctor ordered the Para-medics to change the plan.  The man is already dead.

Dr. Strange spun around, strove swiftly to the operating room.  As he passed the para-medic he whispered.  The brain is active for 7 minutes before permanent death occurs.  Do as you will.

So the other doctor heard he said, "Ignor that order from him".

He gave the gurney a shove so it glided to the left toward X-Ray.   Dr. Strange moved on toward OR.  As he scrubbed preparing for surgery the other doctor and a nurse argued as they entered the room.

The bullet is lodged in his brain Ms. Hendrix.  Surgery will be a waste of time.  Dr. Strange turned to the nurse.  Let me see the X-Ray.  He looked up at the other doctor.  You should note there is no internal bleeding.  the bullet is settled next to the spine aside the Medula Oblongota.  Removing it will relieve the pressure to the nerves and his system will be restored to full functionally.

I don't believe you Dr. Strange.  He's hanging by a thread of your say so, and I don't agree.

Yes!  He is.  Once I remove the bullet his brain functions will fully reconnect to the lower half of his medula oblongota.

I am going to report you to the chief medical officer.  Interfering with my orders.

Dr. Strange turned.  Held up his hands.  The nurse slipped one glove on at a time.  They moved into the surgical arena.  Dr. Strange smiled under his mask, but she could see it in his eyes.  They moved in on the bed.  Rolled the man to readied position.  Hung the cape over the man's head.  The tiny surgical tool went in with the head of a smaller tent protecting the patient from room air temperature.

Dr. Stranged looked as the monitor as the tiny surgical fingers on the robot hand lifted the skin up away from the wounds hole.  The delicate tool was allowed to slide in.  The machine showed him the end of the grabbing tool on a monitor as he controlled its movement.   As it neared the bullet he carefully spred three little fingers.  Gently raising the bruised capillaries in the wounds so they didn't break.  The tiny fingers slowly moved the inch and a half to the butt end of the bullet.  Twisting the control handles the fingers clamped down on the bullet.

Wipe!

The nurse wiped the sweat off his brow.  He pressed softly on a trigger to pump air into the wound surrounding the bullet.  With each pump he moved the bullet back.  Pumped in more air as the bullet was stationary.  As soon as the wound was inflated he pulled the bullet into the little pocket.  Again.  The wound deflated.  Wipe!

The nurse swiftly removed the sweat on his brow.

He pumped again.  About an eighth of an inch got free of the bullets bulge behind the tip of it and gave nerves along there freedom to flow.  The more the bullet gave way to the pressured area the more the bodily functions began to show.  First the fingers on the right hand, began to turn pink.  As the bullet backed out more relief occurred.  He worked slowly so as not to damage the medula oblongota.  He moved a sixteenth of an inch at a time.  Dr. Strange breathed in deeply and held his breath, like he was about to take a picture with a camera and continued.

The hall outside the room seemed to vibrate sending shock waves of feet marching double time along the way.  Dr. Strange focused calmly making the bullet move back little by little.  It was halfway from the end of the point where the bullet stopped.  A short distances from the wounds entrance.   Each time the pump inflated inside around the butt end of the bullet he only had a second to move the bullet each time.

Dr. Strange remained calm.  Before he started he remembered where the chief was in his office.  He had calculated the time it would take for the other doctor to reach the Chief and how long it would take them to agree to disagree.  He knew he only had a minute to go, before the doors flew open, contaminating the room.  He felt his own heart beating.  He timed his moves by the pump of his heart and then the pull when his heart retracked.  Pump and pull, pump and pull he whispered.

Wipe!

The nurse swiftly wiped his brow.  As she pulled back the latch on the entrance doors popped.  The twin doors barely opened as the nurse turned at the same moment the ping from the bullet hitting the pan and she dove like a fullback on a football team, she drove homeward fast and hard.  She blocked the doors.  It was over.

Get out of the way!  Nurse Hendrix!  The machines in surgery chimed showing the vital signs all restored to the man's body on the table.  Heart beat steadily increasing, blood pressure slowing rising, the beeps from the brain monitor re-established, the man's lips parted, and he took a breath.  The readings continued returning to normal.

Dr. Strange turned to the RN outside the tent next to him.  Would you close for Miss Hendrix?

He backed away as RN Thomas Blackwell entered and began to sew up the wound.

The Chief and Doctor Codell stood as if frozen in place.  There was an air about in the surgical room.  A feeling like time stood still followed by a sound from both side of the doors.  The air from them all was a loud sigh of relief.

Chief Daniels looked around.  Where is Dr. Strange?

Everyone turned to look where he had been.  He had escaped.  When they found him they were in the scrubs room where he was fast asleep on the scrub room couch.

The End.

I hope what I remember isn't just my own version of the comic book.  If it is; I hope anyone who reads it will be so kind as to just think of it as a child's memories of someone that child hoped was a real person.

[Drakefell01]

How does this forum work exactly? 

[Pagafyr]

How it works is for you to figure out, it is up to you.  Break the rules that are set though will get you banned.  You will be able to get a reprieve if you promise not to do what got you banned again or do anything else that will get you banned.

Read the intro about the rules so you don't find yourself slipping up and getting banned because you didn't know.  Not knowing isn't a good enough excuse since the rules are there and are clear about what not to do on this website.  The owners make the rules.  Their lawyers made them make up some rules.

[Pagafyr]

I tired of the fires of delight.  So a spell of Goth came into my night.  While sleeping I was weeping because my computer as lagging with latency making the scene breaks last long enough to fall asleep between playing and waiting for the game to finish going to a load page.

Mine you I was a kin to Goths along my pagan path, but I was before their time too.  No one lived very long back then that wasn't a pagan herbologist.  As Merlin knew well.

Merlin's Beard!

I played a game where I heard his name spoken that way.  That old farm Dell computer just couldn't manage the load when the story had a page load break.  Why!  I was falling asleep for minutes while I waiting.  I visited the Wallmart.  I saw a computer.  My heart started beating faster.  My 70+ old body bought the rig and took off like an 18 year old stud.  Stealing away with the computer as fast as I could.  Sensing paranoia creeping up on me fearing someone might follow me home with my prize.  Maybe to steal it..  It works so fine I played like a newb with their first Rubik's Cube.

[Pagafyr]

Once upon a time there was a Lemming who was extremely unlucky.  He missed the rally for the seasonal run.   One morning he set out to find out where they all went.  It was a hot Summer day.  He filled himself with water so he had to walk part of the way.  He spied the trail where his friends footy prints were very clear to see.  As his watered down body began to gain speed he saw some huge new plants up ahead.  They had six legs and strange branches.  Two the branches moved.  He watched as the two new objects sent their branches out and saw the branches wrap around something on a branch under the moving branches bend.  The branches lifted something and raised it to the upper trunk and pour what appeared to be water into a hole in their trunks.

Water from a chunk of a stump?  Hm?

As the Lemming watched from nearby the two new objects replaced the stumps in the place they pulled it out of.  A few moment's later they lifted branches and pulled the stump out of the space and poured more water from them into the hole in their trunk.

It so amused the Lemming he tried to find a way to learn more about this stump that had it's water restored so quickly.  He was about to approach when the two objects with their smaller branch holding the stump suddenly squeezed it, crushing it in their tiny tendrils.

The Lemming prepared to leave from such objects for they were dangerous to small stumps not much bigger then he.  As he backed up into taller foliage the objects did a most wondrous thing.  They leaned forward, stood up on to their forward legs, and turned with the two branches began picking up items around them.  They grabbed their four legged objects and pulled them out of the ground and shrank them into long sticks.

Terrified now, the Lemming backed up slowly to prepare to find a hole to go an hide.  The two objects moved without anything holding their two stumps to the ground.   The Lemming felt something touch his back and spun around.

He immediately prepared to run.  Just as he started he saw another of his kind.  Battered so they weakly fell face down when he pulled away from their touch.   He looked the other Lemming over.  It was one of the other Lemmings.  In bad shape.  He went to aid the other.  He lifted it's head up.

They're all dead!  I was the last.  I fell over the edge.  Grabbing at anything I could.  I grabbed a root sticking out.  I just now made the climb back up and saw you here.

He saw that her fur, hands, and feet were seriously in need of water to wash them so they could heal.

The Lemming saw one of the crushed stumps.  He ran over to it.  Sniffed it.  It was filled with a scent from what they eat, so he took the stump and dragged it over to her side.   Using his hands he splashed the remaining fluid in the strange stump on her scraps.  She writhed in pain as the fluid washed away the dirt.  She closed her eyes.  He could see she was still breathing.  He tasted the water inside and felt a little bit of a sting.  Fearing he had killed the other Lemming he pulled her up on his lap and rocked her as he cried.

She kept breathing.  He hoped she would be okay.  She started snoring.

[Pagafyr]

After the last medical treatment, I was given enough medication for five days.  The second day I noticed I had no stimulating thoughts which usually stirred up my imagination enough I would write about whatever came to mind.  I finished the medication and this is what I feel like writing.  Until yesterday I had not had a single writing session.

Today it feels like I have overcome some internal condition distressing me.  All I have to write is...

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