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And I spell-checked and proofread the entry before I posted it. Eh, so much for my proofreading skills.

When I opened up my editing program tonight the phrase stuck out like a sore thumb... which in itself is a weird antiquated expression. Why would the thumb be sore? Wha'ja do, hit it with a hammer? Hit the soft nail, heh.

Of course, you would stick it out to avoid further stupidity-cause injury, but you would surely have the propriety to hide it from others, since it only emphasizes the aforementioned stupidity.

I, of course, have never hit my thumb with a hammer. Well, not very hard, anyway. I usually err on the side of my index finger, which is much easier to hide. And yes, they are plenty crooked, both of them.

Enough of my proofreading skills (I originally typed that as "proffreading" and ran the SC)... today was an OK day, except for the fact that it began too early and it's not over yet.

Again, crummy nights' sleep.

I think that I might be drinking too much water... a coupla months ago I quit drinking C-free diet coke, and now I always feel thirsty... possibly my bladder is too full to be able to sleep well, but I'm too stubborn to waken and empty it... hell, I don't know. I'll try drinking less in the evenings and see what happens, I guess.

I was on the console today, and I kinda put myself on the hot seat about an issue that hasn't been an issue until now.

We (the males in the CT area) had always and often been called on to lift patients out of wheelchairs onto tables in other areas. And I decided that I would take myself out of that category. I will willingly send my co-workers, but I will not participate.

And after I sent my co-workers to another area today, they came back complaining that there wire (a probably exaggerated) number of female techs in the area watching them.

And I had an opportunity to visit briefly with my supervisor today and told her of my decision, and she was quite OK with that.

I have spent thirty-six years sacrificing my body to the institution, but no more. My mind, however, is still enslaved.

I went by the drug store this AM and got my antibiotic and then I went to Daylight Donuts and got three dozen... it's Nurses Week... I only ate seven... or maybe eight.

Tomorrow is the awards banquet, where I will be honored for thirty-five years of virtual self-imposed slavery... I don't think that I will wear a tie, but I will have my 35-year pin on, heh.

And I have a really good chance of getting to bed before 21:30!