Writing, much like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
And that's all I'm gonna say about that!

Another day of poor sleep... 13:00 to 19:00 again, but with lots of interruptions by weird dreams. No, I can't remember any of them...

It seems like I am family to not one, but Two professional writers. Yes, JD has written a paper that actually won a prize and they gave him money. Is that how a professional writer is defined? S/he writes stuff and gets money for it? Whoops! I forgot Lynn, Dan's wife, who also gets money for stuff she writes. That's three in the family.

Somebody send me a dollar, so I don't feel like a black sheep.

I hope to get JD's permission to publish his paper here. So far, I haven't got to read it, but he will send it to me.

Wow. They had me running there for a while. Had to change my shirt when I was through, it was soaked. Nothing major, though. The other hospital is getting a victim from a motorcycle wreck, sounded pretty bad over the radio.

Speaking of radios... the security guys around here are mostly former law enforcement people, and they have a "secret" list of "codes" and "signals" which is pretty interesting. From what I gather, the codes are not standardized, so they may be different in your area. Anyway, a code 1 is a caucasian male; code 2, caucasian female; code 3, black male, code 4, black female; code 5, hispanic or AMD (American Indian) male; code 6, hispanic or AMD female.

Some of the signal codes: signal 1, drunk; signal 2, combative; signal 3, outright crazy. Signal 30, suspicious person; signal 36, suspicious vehicle.

They got lots more. One of them is supposed to be getting me a copy, maybe I'll share some more with you then. Please, don't hold your breath...

Something new in the and you think that you've got trouble with your kids department... a friend of mine, X, has a 16-year-old son. Well, he recently moved out to go live with his girlfriend (Y)... a 31-year-old woman. Well, this is not really so unusual... but he used to date Y's 12-year-old daughter... and Y's estranged husband wants her back at any price. OK, then X's son gets sick, and Y calls X to come over and take care of her son! In addition, X and Y used to be really good friends... not any more, though.... X thinks that if Y is living with her son, then Y should be taking care of him.

Eileene, my friend who works in the ED, got off shift at 03:30, and she was going to the supervisor's office to use the computer for a couple of hours. She made the general announcement, "I'll be in the office if anyone needs me." I asked her where she was going to be if nobody needs her. She has a hard time sometimes with my sense of humor.

Damn damn damn! I'm tired. And I'm stupid. Well, I sometimes do stupid things. Before I changed out of my scrubs this morning, I was chewing on a toothpick. I dunno why, I just do sometimes! Anyway, I didn't take the toothpick out of my mouth when I took my shirt (pullover) off, and the shirt caught the toothpick, driving the toothpick into the roof of my mouth. And do you know what? It hurt like a sonovabitch! And it still does. You know when the dentist gives you novocaine in the roof of your mouth, that crunchy kinda feeling? A toothpick is more than a little larger than a 25-gage needle... more crunch even. I had to tug on the toothpick pretty hard to get it out... I was worried that I would have to go to the ED and have them pull it out. I would've never heard the last of it...

Bed time, doodie-ah-bahhhhh! (this reference will probably escape most people.. it is from the 50's, the name of the song was Ape Call by Nervous Norvice.)(little history here)(who gives a shit)(go to bed!)(OK.)