I didn't realize President Ford was so old. I saw a recent picture of him and he did look pretty frail. I wonder which one will die next - Carter, the Bush's or Clinton?

Now that I'm talking about death I think I will continue with the happy subject. I floated to a different floor on Christmas Day. One of my patients passed away. I didn't cry. I really wasn't that affected at all. I did the post-mortem on her and took out all of her lines. I'm concerned that it didn't affect me. I'll see what happens the next time I have to deal with it. I'm pretty sure I won't have too long to wait unfortunately.

Silence is Falling from the Sky

People are getting what they wish - A White Christmas.

I just watched a few birds fly by in formation. I looked at them wishing I had that sort of freedom. I've always wanted to fly. I wouldn't be limited - stuck in one place. I could be wherever I want. I know it's not going to happen anytime soon but it would be comforting.

I'm keeping the house a little colder than normal. This way, I can really feel the cold outside. I'm forced to wrap myself in a quilt to stay warm. It's keeping me calm. It's not stopping my mind from thinking. I'm not sure there is anything that can make my mind stop or at least slow down.

I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. I'm going back to work. I would much rather be with my family on Christmas Day than stuck at work. I especially don't want to go if there is a chance that I won't be able to leave at the end of my shift. I just don't want to relive last week again. The snow is beautiful. It just causes challenges for people that HAVE to work. People won't ever stop being sick. It's times like this (and last week) that I wished I lived a few blocks from work. My feet won't fail me if I live close. I guess I'm back to me hoping to be able to fly someday.

I am looking forward to tomorrow night. My friends and I meet up after our family functions and regroup at the Recovery Room. They think it's kinda cool that I just need to cross the street from work to get there. It's sort of appropriate after this past week. I'm the one needing recovery in the form of a yummy beer or vodka. I'm not sure what my poison will be but I'm certainly having a little something.

A few things I did learn about my ordeal last week:

• Always have spare scrubs in the trunk of my car


• Always have spare pajamas in the trunk of my car


• Always carry a few days worth of my medications


• Always have a ditty bag and book in my car


• Put out several days worth of food for Chunk


• My cat is more important to me than I'm willing to admit


• Drink plenty of fluids when under extreme stress


• It's ok to be angry but not ok to take it out on those that you love - it's not going to solve the crappy situation you're stuck in


• My front wheel drive car rules. She didn't let me down at all driving home late on Thursday or all day Friday


• I LOVE people that show up out of the blue at the hospital with their 4 wheel drive vehicles to volunteer to pick up staff and bring them in so that the rest of us can go home after 36 hours.

Just because I had to stay at work during the blizzard last week doesn't necessarily mean it will happen again tomorrow. I just think I might lose my mind if it does happen. Next year Christmas should be better. I won't be in school and I will hopefully have the day off!

They had to let me go. Extreme exhaustion had set in. I couldn't focus.

It turned out to be 36 hours.

I have figured out what constitutes my own personal hell. That would be stuck at work. Working. I'm also sick enough that they had to start me on antibiotics today. I think they are going to make me stay for another 24 hours.

It's supposed to stop snowing at 2:30 ish today but that doesn't mean the streets will be passable. I'm still going to be stuck here.

I'm hoping my neighbor has figured out that I'm not at home and has gone into my house to check on my cat.

Bah humbug motherfuckers

I will find out in the next few minutes if I am required to stay here at the hospital for the next 24 hours. Fuck. Are you kidding me? A 29 hour shift? It's not worth the money.

If only I had been scheduled to work tomorrow then I would be all cozy at home getting it all cleaned up for Christmas.

Update: Yes, I am stuck here until tomorrow. They are "allowing" me five whole hours of sleep at some point tonight.

Bite Me.

I wish I was popular on MySpace

I posted this tonight on my MySpace blog because I am a bitch and I like who I am. Dammit.

Is this just me?
Current mood: tired
Category: Friends

I am so sick of getting friend requests from random people that I have NOTHING in common with. I don't mind the random "Hey, we like the same bands, movies or books" or "Hey, we have a mutual friend". I need something people. Anything. A quick message that says "You seem super cool fantastic, can we be MySpace friends?"

So Deanna... who the fuck are you?

And Easy Tiger... why do I want to be friends with you? Why?

I sent you messages requesting this information but you didn't respond back. I thought you wanted to be my friend so why didn't you message me back? Could it be that you have over THREE THOUSAND friends and you just don't have time for a hack like me? Jeepers. That just makes me feel like shit. It makes me feel as if you were just sending that friend request to be nice. I know, it's hard for you gals since you're so popular to keep track of all of us. Gosh, I'm just thankful you threw a bone my way. I've always wanted to be noticed. Could you make me feel special and maybe respond to my messages? Pleeeeaaaasssee? It would like totally make my day to hear from you.

BFF!
Krn

Donna is a slut...

Yep. It's been verified. The woman that moved in above my neighbor this past weekend apparently isn't the world's perfect renter. The owner of the condo, we'll call her the Dumb Bitch or DB for short, recently moved into a house and decided not to sell her condo but to rent it out. She found a woman (let's call her Crack Neighbor or CN for short) that was interested in renting and signed her up. She was in a hurry to move in so DB didn't have enough time to complete a background check.

Crack Neighbor's toilet was leaking into my neighbor's unit this morning. A plumber was called and Dumb Bitch came over to let him in. She opened the door, saw a huge mess, put her hands over her mouth in dismay and screamed, "UT OH, I AM A DUMB BITCH!" The living room was full of piles of stereo and computer equipment with a nice crack pipe in plain view.

Dumb Bitch called the police and they sauntered on over to the unit. They let DB know they couldn't do anything because they had no proof any of the stereo and computer equipment was stolen. They weren't all that interested in the paraphernalia either. Basically, they were useless.

For the time being, Crack Neighbor gets to stay.

I think I'll open a bottle of wine and wait for the excitement to unfold on the best drama around, Hampden Heights 80237.

I want to play the Brenda Walsh character! Weeee!!

She Bangs the Drums

I'm working on a group project that is due tomorrow. I get to bring it all together to make it one cohesive readable 15 page paper.

Umm... I think I'm a little pickier than I thought. This is going to take an extensive amount of time since no one writes the same.

I am such an idiot for agreeing to do this. Go me!

Feh.