I got a bunch of sleep last night, even though I've been reading the reports that people who sleep more die younger... I did have a bunch of weird dreams, though, and in one of them somebody was holding me and hitting me, or maybe stabbing me, I can't remember. And I couldn't fight back, it's like my arms were in molasses or something. But I finally got my left arm free and I was able to strike out with it... and I hit Karen hard enough to wake her up, but not hard enough to leave a bruise. Didn't keep her awake long, either. She reminded me of that when I got home tonight... "There's my husband who beats me!" I got up on time, although it was hard, I still coulda slept another twelve hours, I think. It had been raining during the night, in fact we had some pretty loud thunderstorms I was told. That might've been what set my dreams off.... I got to work a little early and there was a patient waiting for me over in radiotherapy, I was the one covering that area today. I clocked in and did that patient, then I got in the middle of a fiasco involving a doctor and a nurse who don't play well together... there is nothing less fun than working with people who are feuding. It's really hard to not take sides, but I try my best anyway. The two sides both have valid points, but neither of them will give an inch once their backs are up. I'm glad that I don't have problems like that, it's bad enough just watching them. So anyway, it was really busy again today but I didn't have to use my legs nearly so much, plus I'm really much better rested than yesterday, so it wasn't so bad. Had some interesting patients, interesting in a fun way. Last Thursday was a day from hell as far as patients go... all of the patients were big-time complainers and wimps to boot. Yeah, we know that the stuff that we have our patients Really, most people realize that they aren't especially in for a pleasant time when they come to visit us, and that we really try to make their visit as pleasant as possible. But every little once-in-a-while, we get a group of gripers all on the same day, and it's enough to drive us batty. Battier. All the same, I'd prefer to have only pleasant patients... it's much easier on me, and that, after all, is really what's important. Karen's watching the skating and I've got to admit that I really enjoy watching those young girls twirling around in those skimpy outfits. Speaking of chauvinistic statements... Do you know how many men it takes to open a can of beer? I don't seem to be getting any mail tonight, dammit. The POP server at nilknarf.net is not working again... I probably shouldn't say that like it happens very often, 'cause it doesn't, it's just really traumatic when it does! And it's been down since 11:30 this morning, which means when it does come up, I'll have a butt-load of mail to go through. They have a web-based trouble desk and I reported it through that, so it'll be fixed here shortly... the HTTP server seems to be working OK too, but I haven't checked the FTP server... yep, it's working too, so I will be able to put this up tonight, lucky you!
drink is awful... we've tasted it ourselves. And we also know that having needles stuck in your veins isn't fun, but it must be done, dammit! Some of these people think that they're being specifically singled out and tortured, they don't realize that it's a planet-wide thing.
None... it should be open when she brings it to you....