It was a real bitch of a day, and I am extremely tard. Extremely. Tard. We had five (5!) emergency pulmonary angiograms in. A. Row. And every damned one was negative, too. Which means... that somebody published an article recently about pulmonary emboli, and how some poor doc got his ass sued off 'cause he missed one. Lawyers. They're as bad as politicians. O'wait, they *are* the politicians! Nah, I don't want to go there tonight, I'm too tard. We (as in, Karen and I and Patrick) watched Austin Powers tonight. We've really gotten behind on our movie-watching... I need to catch up on the culturally significant facts of this modern society that I have been trying to avoid. Successfully. For years and years. I don't really know where I got this masochistic streak. But I'm doing it, and I'm even beginning to enjoy the process. But I really don't understand the bit with the pinky finger, I really don't. Is that significant? Not the Please just say no, or say nothing at all. Ah, that's OK, thank you. Did I mention that I was tard? And getting goofier by the minute? Today's picture is Lacee, of course. Click on it for a yet bigger picture of Lacee, natch. Rained today, a lot. And it's gonna rain tomorrow too, and get sunny on Sunday, when I will mow the lawn and stuff like that. Or maybe not. Well, no, I gotta do it. Or get it done. Well, yeah, I like the latter idea, come to think of it. I'm lazy even when I'm not tard, heh. In fact, I'm normally so lazy that I shouldn't *ever* get tard, but it happens, yes, it happens. I was the runner today, and I did some running, and I put in about 20 IVs, and I didn't miss a one. Well, there was one lady that I had to stick three times... but she said it usually took a dozen tries by several people, so she wasn't upset with me. Last time I was the runner I missed a few, and had to get help on one. I hate it when that happens. It's an admission of defeat... but sometimes I just get defeated. It doesn't happen very often anymore, but it does happen. Usually just after I start braggin' 'bout how good I am.... I am gonna sleep *soooooooo* late tomorrow! Pretty totally ridiculous movie. And pretty cool, in parts. I kinda liked it. In the Mail: On the shelf:
fact that I don't get it, but with the pinky finger?