I just got home from work. Actually, I drove out to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to find an air popcorn popper. I parked in the parking lot only to realize I forgot one of those 20% coupons they send me every week. So, I just came home. If I scour the house today and don't find a coupon, I'm going to be pissed.
That would be a short trip, actually. Like I said, I just came home from work, and I feel as though I've been bent over and sodomized. I don't do anal. That does not constitute as fun for me.
I had a patient go bad. When this happens, I get a horrible feeling in my stomach that feels like a big knot that I'm going to barf up at any given minute. When this happens, patients typically code and die, or they get sent to the ICU later and they die there. I don't feel this way about all my patients whose condition changes, just certain ones...and those are the ones that usually go down the toilet. I have a fairly good instinct about that sort of thing. It's almost frightening. One look at someone and I can tell that we are not going to have a fun time. I get the same feeling when I suspect a boyfriend cheating on me. It's a horrible feeling, and I'm 99.9% accurate. Why can't I be good at something else besides predicting doom and despair? Like knitting! I'd love to be good at knitting. But no, I'm good and sensing very, very bad things...with sickly patients and scandalous men.
I'm going to take a nap. Then, I'm going to wake up and look for a coupon. Then, I'm going to erect the loaner tree, maybe even decorate it. I have a lot of crap to do.
But first, that nap...