23:32 10/14/2003
Late.
Tard. Tard from work, tard from driving, tard from not sleeping. Jus' tard.
But better, now, that this day is mostly behind me. Enid, Mom. Good to see her, even though she's not feeling well at all.
Blasting Pink Floyd all of the way down, I probably should be catching up with all of the cowboy songs, but I'm not, can't stand the commercials, dammit. Yeah, I do miss out on a lot of stuff, but that's just OK, I guess.
Rough day at work, lots of disquieting things, it seems like. For one thing, I had a nurse in a doc's office buffalo me into getting a patient done today, because they were having emergency surgery tomorrow. Well, or not, as it turns out... the patient's mother told me that the surgery was scheduled for next Thursday... not the day after tomorrow, but a week from then. And I fell for it, dammit, and jammed the patient into the schedule when they could have waited. Pisses me off, it does. I'm gonna start trying to be more of a hard-ass about these things, even though I hate to give in to people who try to take advantage of my good nature. And by becoming a hard-ass, I *am* giving in.
So, maybe I won't. But I will start being more careful.
Additionally, I got in dutch with my co-workers. Overscheduling is never a good idea, but it is forgiven if it's a true emergency. But not just 'cause I get duped, dammit.
Anyway... I do enjoy driving.
And I'm really happy that I haven't forgotten anything that I'm missed yet, anyway. But I was hoping to get a haircut and trim my toenails, but I couldn't find my toenail clippers, and I didn't even think to bring my hair clippers... I'll have to make a trip to Walgreens tomorrow, I guess.
Speaking of tomorrow, I've changed plans a little bit... I'm gonna leave her for Houston about 14:00 or so, so I'll get in there about 22:00 and avoid lots of traffic. I really don't like driving in Houston traffic, y'know... nobody does. So I'll take Mom around on some errands and out to eat and then hit the road again for nine or ten hours.
I phoned Annette tonight and had her e-mail me the directions, since I have no idea what I did with the ones that I had. I thought about just going by my memories from last March, but then I felt more intelligently about it.