First things first, as always. How f***ing boring. Let's mix up things a little bit, just for the helluvit. I had to work an extra hour or so again tonight, there was a patient who needed a drainage procedure done. Well, she actually *needed* to have it done on Tuesday, the day that we diagnosed her problem. But her doc didn't read the report until this morning. Then he called and wanted to know how to order the therapeutic exam. Then he ordered it... three hours later. And then the patient's nurse called us two hours later, wanting to know how to order it in the hospital computer system. So here it was, 14:30 on a Friday, and we finally know that this patient needs this drainage procedure done. And everyone that will be involved in the procedure is pretty pissed, Anyhoo, I got up this morning with a little more enthusiasm, and Karen got up with me, so that was even neater! I trotted off to work with a container of her salsa, and when I got there I saw that, well, the day was going to be crappy... the main machine was still not fixed. It was finally up and running about noonish, though, and we were all relieved. The high point of the morning was Karen's salsa, everyone was crazy about it and wanted the recipe, so I decided that it deserved a permanent place on the front page menu.... So, my legs hurt and my back hurts and I'm damned glad that it's Friday, I plan on sleeping well this weekend. Karen, poor lady, is coming down with a cold, and I think that I am too. She got a script from the doc today for Claritin, thinking that maybe it's an allergy, but my symptoms are mimicking hers, and *I've* got a damned cold. And of course, I can't take Claritin, or anything else that might make me feel better... so I'll just sleep a lot. Damn. January is over already. Seems like it just started. No fair, dammit, no fair! I *like* January. Well, really, I like all of the months, 'cause they are all part of when I'm living, and when they're all over and done with, why, I'll be dead, and that's pretty boring, I think. I hate boring, and I'll be dead, as my brother so succinctly puts it, a long, long time. But I won't be tired and my legs won't hurt and my back won't hurt.
'cause this isn't a simple thing, no indeedy, not simple at all. But now that we know that it needs to be done, it's full speed ahead, and let someone affix the blame later, after the patient is taken care of.