I did get a good sleep last night, and I even got up before the alarm went off, go me! And I got to work a half-hour early, and I was promptly overwhelmed, and remained that way for the rest of the day. I was just really not with it... I was the runner, and part of that job is to get IVs going in all of the outpatients. Also primary among the job duties is... answering the damned phone. And printing hard copies for those Luddite physicians who can't, or won't, look at images on a screen. So most of my day was spent doing retro work. And I only got to put IVs in several patients, and that's something that I generally like doing. Printing films is definitely *not* something that I like doing. Quite simply, we have images available all over the hospital, including surgery, and in many of the doc's offices, but no, no, they want *films*, films that they can hold in their paws and ruminate over. It's got to have something to do with their egos, but I really don't know how that works. I got off on time and headed home finally. It seemed like a really long day, maybe just because I've had the last four days off. Legs and feet are killing me tonight, of course. We made tracks shortly after I got home; we took Patrick and Lacee home, Lacee stayed home with Karen today, she's been sick for about the last week, finally getting over it though. When we were just about to Emporia, I remembered that I'd forgotten my CPAP machine. How I could forget that I'll never know, but I sure as hell did. We stopped to eat at a Braum's just south of the Oklahoma border, I got all the carbs that I'll need for the next several days, heh. We got into Enid about 21:30 or so, I don't know, I wasn't paying any attention to the time for some reason or another. Mom is looking well, we had to awaken her when we got here. The service tomorrow will be at the graveyard, and it promises to be chilly, but Mom says that it'll be short, so we should survive OK. Aunt Bea will be inurned (?) with Uncle Don, who died this past June. Tonight should be interesting... I haven't slept without the CPAP for at least a coupla years, and I'll probably drive Karen downstairs from all of the racket that I'll make. I hope not, for both her sake and mine.