thuffering thucatash

I really ought to have a good story or crisis or something to share after a title like that one, but alas, today was just another Thursday...

Freddie, the wonder dog, did his usual dancing and prancing and romancing of young girl's hearts... Thursdays are pet therapy days at the nuthouse... my officemate, who deserves a name by now so let's call her Jack, brings in her dog, Freddie, and performs all feats of magic and wonder (hence, the wonder dog moniker) with the kids... and one or a couple of lucky kids gets to walk and play with and groom and care for Freddie one on one...

so that happened...

and Jack left a bit early because she has classes on Thursdays and Fridays... she's getting her Masters in some sort of therapy field... she leaves Freddie at Elpien's house until class is done... you remember Elpien, the nurse on the night shift on the unit where I used to work... she stopped by to see us this morning before leaving because she stayed late... she's the same, and surviving fine without me...

so that happened...

Jack and Freddie left just before 911 arrived... one of the staff was bitten by something and had an allergic reaction bad enough to need 911... yes, I know, we are a hospital... but maybe this demonstrates how scary the medical care is in some residential hospitals... one of the more responsible nurses stuck herself with the only Epi-pen in the hospital...

in case that's a form of medical Greek, an Epi-pen is Epinephrine in a supposedly foolproof pen-like syringe that you simply jab into the person who needs a sudden shot of epinephrine due to an allergic reaction... it's pre-measured and set to injected the stuff automatically when you, well, just jab someone with it... somehow the nurse jabbed herself... since it was the only Epi-pen in the hospital, 911 was called... luckily, the person going into anaphylactic shock was still breathing when 911 got there...

they took her to the hospital after they checked out the nurse who shot herself (she'll be buzzing for a while, but seemed ok) and the DON was upset and shaky and hopefully will talk to whomever she has to talk to insure we have more than one Epi-pen in the hospital from now on...

so that happened...

and I ate three meals... soup for breakfast, salad for lunch, oatmeal for dinner... I know, probably kind of a let down after the rest of the news of the day, but that happened too... no gym, but I think I've decided to focus on diet for a while, like a few days or a week or at least until the weekends until the body gets used to the day shift... I figure the gym will be easier and more fun with about ten or more less pounds... the goals remains, under 200 by whenever I said I'd be under 200...

Precious isn't home yet... she's either at school with techies or hanging out with friends... yesterday she hung out until dark... the dishes remain piled in the sink, her room remains a disaster area, her stuff is all over the living room, and she continues to blow Raspy off as she always does when he mentions cleaning... yesterday he told me he'll pull her out of the after school activities if she doesn't show him some respect about cleaning up behind herself... when I mentioned it to her, she got huffy as usual and told me he said she had until the weekend... just trying to help, but then, denial is not just a river in Egypt...

and Rasputin ordered pizza... the usual, thin crust Donato's pepperoni with extra sauce... 99 out of a hundred times that will be his order... at least... maybe it's more like 999 times out of a thousand... he's got very fixed taste buds... always orders the same meal when going to our regular restaurants... ribeye if it's a steak place... pasta milano if it's an Italian place (mostly Macaroni Grill)... and of course, Diet Pepsi... my taste buds would go nuts from the monotony (I crave more variety, spontaneity, and activity {not to mention a cleaner more socially conducive living space} in my life), but his seems happy so who am I to judge...

and that's what happened today... like I said, typical Thursday... I'm going to let the oatmeal have it's sedative effects now and sit back in the big green chair and nod off... maybe I'll be asleep when the pizza gets here and won't be tempted... maybe...

are we having fun yet? J