Nasty night. Most of the business came from little old ladies getting out of their cars and getting, literally, blown away. Several fractures and one subdural hematoma. Winds clocked up to 70MPH here. What were those little old ladies thinking?
Another person who took a lot of time was a young fellow who fell off of a bar stool. He is four days younger than Tyler, and he was trying to be pleasant (I think) but he was soooooo drunk... {And, of course, he had a major head injury (both a subdural and an epidural)} that he wasn't very cooperative.
I've finally figgered out that my problem lately has been my old friend depression. I've been off of all medication for about six months now, and my symptoms are getting worse.
I've got this feeling of impending doom that seems to affect everything that I do and think. I just really feel helpless in the face of minor problems... this does not seem to affect me at work, though. Perhaps that's why I usually want to go back to work before my seven days off are up.
And I think that's really odd. Do I feel worthless at home and worthy at work? That doesn't make any sense... or does it? My work at the hospital is fulfilling, the work that I do (or need to do and don't do...) at home doesn't seem to be. The home work is an unwelcome distraction... so I don't do it and it piles up... like paying the bills or doing the yard work or a million other things that need doing around here.
Or maybe I'm just lazy when I'm not being paid.
I do have a doctors appointment soon, and I will discuss this with him then... or maybe sooner, come to think of it...
Anyway, on to more pleasant things... ummmm... I can't think of any right now. I'll get back to you tomorrow with my rose-colored glasses on...