Dad died this morning. He fell out of bed. If he could say it, he would tell me : – ”That's my chicken, it’s a sleeping story ”.
It’s easier to tell the life of others than to tell your own.
– “I can tell you, my big guy and I haven't told you enough : – “I love you."
The lethal weapon in the family, this is derision. We all protect ourselves from our excessive ocean of emotions with a mixture of humor and good humor…
It's hot this 23 July, I go home alone. He is no longer there to hear my pain and my sadness.
In all circumstances, I'm hungry ! (surely a gene that he had bequeathed to me). A small ripe melon, a lamprey jar that my old Claude gave me to comfort me, a glass of La Solitude (it, it's really the right choice, considering the domain name and the circumstances of the day). I sit in front of my TV.
Despite the sweltering heat I stay dressed thinking that maybe someone will come.
Tonight, the TV program is fabulous: Interville, Patrick Sébastien and Secret Story ! So I'm going to rent a good little film… And then, non; I will try to go to sleep: I must be in shape tomorrow.
What if i took a hypnotic ? Come on, I take it now and watch my movie: category? category… passion? action? XXL? (Antoine, see now is not the time! ) Let's go back to category… humor ! (at least i will try to dry my eyes by working my zygomatics).
“Happy funeral !" Perfect. The derision weapon resurfaces…
I already took a hypnotic; and if I take a second ? So I will fall asleep laughing in front of my screen.
Screen… Noir… Total…
I wake up. I watch the time 888 h and 8888mn! (am i stupid: the clock has been out of order for a long time)… My watch ?
She's not on my wrist ! TV marks 2h 46!
I fell asleep and I don't remember anything anymore, bizarre…
I get up from the sofa. Completely naked… What's going on Antoine? You lost your watch. You are naked. You don't remember the movie…
You live a bad dream; your father didn't fall out of bed; you are going to go to bed… and it will get better.
I pass in front of the dining room table. The embroidered tablecloth is well laid, six place settings are installed, six plates filled… with kibble for Chabal (Chabal is my cat).
Eh, ho, doc’, you are crazy ? Let's sum up: you rent a movie, you're dressed, your wrist watch, installed, sprawled on the couch…
You're waking up, not, without watch, with a table on which croquettes are generously well placed in a porcelain serving. .. Go get water on your face and wake up !
I sprinkle fresh water in the bathroom, and mechanically, I look at myself in the mirror… It is not me! He's a man missing half of the teeth in his upper jaw!!!
Since that kick in the face, on this damn Lavardac site, I have the honor to display a bridge for my charming smile and there ... nothing, a gaping hole up to the tonsils !
I'm starting to regain my senses, I am looking for this piece of teeth essential to the survival of my customers. I'm still naked, still no watch. On the television, the “Joyeuses Funérailles” turned into a woodcock hunt in the winter of the Gers.
I pass by this majestic table where my little cat Chabal feasts on a plate of croquettes.
I am realizing that, for having served these croquettes, I had to go down to the cellar. Maybe my artificial incisors are downstairs?
I can't go to work without them. Doctor Shepherd would become the singer of my snags and Meredith would no longer succumb to his devastating charm.
Back from the basement (clothed this time!), I go back without anything, I'm starting to realize what happened to me. Confused by sorrow and although knowing the risk, I did the wrong thing: when we take a hypnotic, never fight; you have to go to bed and turn off the light immediately. Taking the pill on the couch and the start of the film put me in a sleepwalking state where I did anything. (my nudity, the history of my watch, the appearance of kibble, dentures removed, etc…).
The next day, I worked, absolutely unable to cancel my appointments, accompanied by a concerned air, not by the difficulty of the diagnoses or because of my concentration of doctor, but because of my shaky hand hiding my toothless mouth…
I found (2 months later) my bridge that made me smile, but 23 July, I really and irretrievably didn't… want to smile!
Dr House
