Well, I have to say, out of all of the days this week, this one has been the least traumatizing. I haven't been cussed at, threatened, or physically injured...(unless you count the doctor who put tape in my hair an hour ago.) I have, however, had a flu shot (for which I had to take a Xanax because shots scare the SHIT out of me.) I hate shots. I hate them more than tomatoes. Who am I kidding? No I don't. There is nothing that I hate more than tomatoes. Not even Richard Simmons.
Yesterday, a patient slipped twenty dollars in my pocket. We aren't allowed to accept gifts here,
and if we DO get them, we are supposed to share them with the department. So...I will be nice, (if I can drag my lazy ass out of bed tomorrow morning) and buy bagels and pastries for breakfast tomorrow. Damn, I am so NICE!
Peas are delicious.
My best friend just called me at work (and he never calls me here), long distance, to tell me something about playing without a fiddle in Texas. I don't know what this means. I think it is some kind of code or something. Maybe he is trying to tell me that he has been abducted by men in miniskirts and is being held captive in Yemen. Hmmm...Maybe I shouldn't have dismissed him so quickly. Maybe I should call him and make sure he is alright.
I was just sitting here thinking..."why is this blog entry so terribly random?" I remember now. Xanax. Bygones.
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