Gay: Proud Family...

So the plan was to come out to Daddy today (this break) and I find it amazingly hard to do so. Partly it's because there're always a gajillion people around. The other part is that I don't quite know how he will immediately react.

I don't really care about "disappointing" him or how things will play out in the long run. Hell, if he hates me, he'll hate me regardless and there's nothing I can do about it. But I don't know what his face will look like when I tell him. Or what he will say.

I've been wavering back and forth about this since I came. I knew that I wasn't going to let him in on this the first day (that's alot to ask) and I committed to the second, but it's already night and I'm balking, thinking that I should let him know right before I leave.

Truth to tell, that might be the best option, though it will be on a Sunday, his day. I can't tell him before church because I don't want that on his conscious while he's living with Jesus, but I do want to let him know before I hit the road because I'm all about telling people face to face.

S'funny to me that people don't see it and I'm always surprised with those who are closest to me that they couldn't surmise my sexuality. Lol, maybe the eyes really don't see what they don't wish to see.I don't know what will happen tomorrow...we'll have to wait and see. But just in the course of today, I've been asked about a girlfriend/wife at least 4 times. And each time I'm forced to either warp the truth or blatantly lie and I HATE being put in that position. I hated it enough to tell Momma and Dana. Maybe I'll let Daddy, KeeKee, and BD all in on it tomorrow and see what happens. :)

Whatever the case, I know that I have friends in Lexington whom I can trust and lean on if/when the maelstrom hits.

Le sigh indeed...

Black Gay: Le Beau of Walgreens...

So I've tried to create a little history between me and Ant from Walgreens. I happened to drop by one evening about a month ago and he was working. Since there was no one else in line, we struck up a conversation and I learned alot about him.

He's been living here for quite some time and is currently a 5th year senior at UK majoring in marketing, which he actually has no intention of using. He wants to eventually move out of Lexington as there are no black folks here and I can't say that I blame him.

A couple points of interest: he did ask me what church home I went to, which can mean a coulple different things. Either he's very religious, which just makes me tired thinking of all the work I'd have to do on him to get him up to snuff, or he's testing me to see which camp I sit in. Or he could've been trying t0 gauge my thoughts on homosexuality for as every black gay person can attest, the black church is our biggest enemy.

I saw him again today after quite a few weeks of not seeing him. I wanted to talk with him more but I was kinda in a rush, in that I left the garage door to my house open since I didn't expect to be gone very long. I had to go buy some test center snackage for tomorrow.

Now I'm sitting here trying to figure out if I should just come out and ask him if he's gay; this is mainly so that I can quit pining over him if he's not or expedite the sitch if he is. The bad part is, he might be turned off by the whole thing and actively gay-"bash" me...not that he even truly knows who I am. I not afraid of blatant retaliation (cuz I don't know anyone up here and no one really knows me,) I just don't feel like making things difficult..Something just occurred to me; I think I'll just give him a call and tell him to visit the website; that way he'll know who I am and he can choose to act or not act from there...

Let me give it some further thought and I might just be giving him a call...

Professional: Party Foul...

I still can't believe it happened...I arrived at the court tonight pumped and ready to go for a game of volleyball. Our team slowly assembled and right as we were getting ready to warm up on the court, ER starts lecturing me about not listening to the attending and not following directions.

ER happens to be my attending in the NICU. Over this past week, we got a 24 weeker who is clinging to life and needs to be monitored ever so closely. I was on call with the fellow and ER was covering the night shift, so we came up with a game plan during night rounds in case lab abnormalities came back later that morning.

I distinctly remember in my stupor of getting up and going back to sleep multiple times that I read the lab values to the fellow and neither of us thought they were bad enough to do anything about them. Granted, we could've tweaked things as the attending wanted, but at 3 or 4 am in the morning, you tend to forget things, especially when the kids stable and the labs themselves don't look totally out of whack.

So anyway, ER goes on to state that we're both in big trouble because we didn't listen to him and that the fellow, especially, is going to get it good when he gets back to work tomorrow. I was completely taken aback and couldn't really even form words because I honestly couldn't even think back to that night.It's hard enough for me to draw up things about work at work, but when I've been gone from work for a day or so and not thinking about work, trying to come up with a plausible explanation about something that happened at work is even harder. Lol, I don't even think this paragraph made sense.

But anyway, I said my, "whoa, I'm sorry's" and made a quick exit to the court to warm up.And even though I don't really care what my evaluation would say, it still bothers me that I made an error...so of course it was on my mind the entire game. Granted, I still played very well, though it felt as if he didn't set me many times on purpose, but the whole game almost felt like an out of body experience because my sanctum had been penetrated.

Of course, I had to say something. After the game, I waited until everyone left and I know he knew something was up because he sat there after everyone left as well. Now that I think about it, he probably was thinking I was coming over to apologize and receive more words of criticism...or to come and barter for the verbal tongue lashing I am to receive this week but I didn't.

I told him that at work, I will call him Dr. ER and take his criticism and face the repercussions of my actions, but that we need to make a deal that we don't talk about work while we play because I keep the two strictly separate. It seemed it take him by surprise but I kept talking, insisting that dealing with work will only serve to throw off my game and make things weird between us.

He listened and then said something akin to he understands and that things wouldn't be as bad if I wasn't on service (I disagreed but didn't say anything.) I then said that I'd see him at work and will await his reprimand there.

Less always said, "don't shit where you eat, don't eat where you shit." Wow; I've been a strict adherent to this but it looks like I fucked up this one instant. I'm going to try not and hold that against myself though it's sure to ruminate for days and weeks to come.

It's weird but I almost feel a bit date raped; not to compare the two, but it feels like I've been betrayed and screwed over...Sucks...

Gay: Decevious...

Figgy made up this word; it's an amalgamation of deceitful and mischevious. I think it should be a real word.There are only a few people on this earth that I have knowingly wronged and who justifiable hate me; which, of course, makes me long for their friendship even more in hopes of making amends.

Figgy is one of them. Abe is the other.

I didn't mention this earlier, as I thought Abe still read my blog; but me thinks that is old news since his response to my email to him earlier this week was quite devoid of care or knowledge of me.

So in the spirit of therapeutic blogging, I have a confession. I hurt Abe on purpose. It was the only way I could get him to stop. Slowing down wasn't in the cards for us; we were headed towards a life together whether we liked it or not.

So when Theophilus in Chicago and I started up a conversation (one that was never likely to go anywhere other than be social acquaintences) I told Abe that what we had was much more and that "I'd like to pursue it" all the while knowing that it wouldn't go anywhere.

God it hurts my soul that I hurt that man. He's such a great fuckin' guy! And whomever he ends up with will be lucky to have him. Just like Figgy's better off with friends who don't fool around with her ex's.

Two people down...I wonder how many more I will hurt in my lifetime. That sucks...

Me: Change of Plans...

From a free ticket to being 500 dollars lighter, I changed my plans from Chicago to Temple.

From Theophilus to Piotr, the change of plans to go to Lobee's memorial was a fantastic idea. Granted, I didn't get to present my project in a national arena nor spend time in a diverse city, but it wasn't in the cards for me...One great thing is that I got to see my old friends and I must admit, it was weird being back on my old stomping grounds. I'm glad that I chose to leave but having Mexican food reminded me of how much I miss Texas.

Anyway, I have a headache at the moment, so methinks I'm headed to bed, but I wanted to pop in and say that things are a-changing...I went to dinner with NewChris today and it reminded me that making new friends is always a little more work than you anticipate.

And Windstream has been added to my list of shitty companies with shitty customer service.

Okay, that's it for now...my head is throbbing.

I hate the ER.

Black Gay: Schoolgirl...

So before I headed off with the Tim-E's, I stopped at Walgreens to buy some gum cuz you can never have enough breath freshners in your car. Lol, it's amazing how many opportune times pop up and you need fresh breath.

Anywayz, I walked straight in and towards my destination, picked up what I wanted and marched to the checkout counter wherein I had to do my best not to faint.There, standing before me was the cutest black guy I've EVER seen in real life.Tall, a shade lighter than myself, brown/hazel eyes, great smile, waves in his hair, nice fit body (he had on the Walgreens smock/vest thing that hugged his physique)...I spoke to him, he replied in kind, and he scanned my gum. Because I wanted to prolong the encounter as well as have cash for the vineyards, I requested cashback and tried to be as nonchalant as possible while I waited for the transaction to go through.

I selected 29 bucks back, mainly so that I would have broken bills but also because that meant even more time with him as he counted out the moolah.

I held out my hand and he placed the cash in it and I swear there was a brief connection...or maybe it's wishful thinking.I didn't happen to notice a ring on his finger but I couldn't be too sure; my "scoping" skills aren't what they should be as a single gay man. :)

He handed me the receipt and I got ready to leave but I couldn't help but smile at him because he (like Wentworth Miller) was just so cute that it hurts. He smiled back with a huge grin...I couldn't tell if it was just a return of my smile at him or more satisfaction at completed the transaction without fucking up. One step from there could be: was he as nervous as I? Or did he just hope not to mess up cuz his job was on the line? :) Who knows.

I'm just happy that I was cute; since I was going out with the Tim-E's to a vineyard, I had on my cowboy boots, wool peacoat, starched and embroidered white linen shirt, and nice bluejeans. Normally when I patronize Walgreens, I'm dressed down and super comfortable.

Anyway, I clunked out to my car and realized that I hadn't been breathing almost that entire time. I hopped in the car and smiling the whole way, drove over to Bec's.

Later I thought about revisiting and seeing if he was there. Or calling and requesting him. But alas, I left my phone at home and we were so busy having a great time that we never got around to it.

But I did remember that at Walgreens they put the associate's name on the receipt, which I pulled out when we were at Meijer's shopping for dinner. His name is "Antony." Granted, I don't know if that's pronounced how it's spelled or if he goes by Tony or if it was just inputted into the computer wrong and is meant to be "Anthony." Trust me, even my name is spelled wrong on my call-money account....Kentucky. :(

He looked as if he could've been my age, which makes me wonder why he's working at Walgreens. He also looked like he could've been in high friggin' school, which means it wouldn't work. Most of me hopes that he's taking the route that I did: in college, working at Walgreens to make ends meet while he aspires to become something/one great in a field of higher education.

Yeah, pipe dreams but it does give me hope for the future....maybe I'll stop by there after volleyball tonight... :)

Professional: Transitions...

So I go tomorrow to talk with my residency coordinator about switching residencies, from Triple Board to Gen Psych/Child Psych.

In the grand scheme of things, it's not a big leap, as I would be doing all the same rotations in time...it's just that I'd be leaving Peds earlier than anticipated.

I wonder if it's the right decision. To make a change like this. I'm sure people will talk. I'm sure that some of the peds folks will hate me. But I truly don't care what they think. I do care about my sanity. I care about getting up every morning looking forward to going to work and loving what I do.

I don't hate pediatrics. I never will. But I do hate to waste time and spend my energies on things that I'm not passionate about. Especially when I know there are people around me who are much better at it than I am. I don't like the fact that I feel like I'm wasting my talents in Child Psych because I'm stuck in the world of pediatrics.

Part of me worries if this is a "grass is greener" type thing. That I don't want to be on call in the NICU and wards and that I'm copping out just to avoid the irritating idiosyncracies of that part of the program. And I'm sure that psych has it's nuances that are sure to annoy me.

But I pride myself on my flexibility and creativity...neither of which I'm able to utilize in pediatrics. And it's slowly dawning on me that I'll never be able to do so because pediatrics is such a rigid field; far more rigid than I appreciated before I got into it.

Psych is a much more flexible option and at this point in my life, I'm a big fan of flexibility and peaceful state of mind.

In the end, I'll end up at the same place: child psychiatry. It's just that one way I'll be much more worn and haggard and the other way, I'll have the chance to make contributions the entire way through.

I don't know what Dr. Kitty will say. Hopefully she'll be the wonderful person I'm making her in my mind and she'll guide me in making the right decision. According to "Blink" I should've gone the Child Psych route from the beginning. It's only because I forced the idea that I'm in my current circumstance. Tangled web folks...

Gay: Addendum...

Add Wentworth Miller to the "hawt" list.My, he's so good looking he makes my head hurt. Wow. It's amazing that God makes such beautiful men. Oh, and add Josh Hamilton to the list.Rowr...

Gay: So Hot...

Quick post:I cannot get over just how attractive Eric Dane is. Wow. There's something about a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes (whatever the color) that just does me in.

And looks like George O'Malley is gay. Heh. Kudos for him for standing up for who he is. I think it's terrific that he's doing it now, especially before he becomes an overly household name and must conform to what others wish him to be.

A-rod is also gorgeous. Along with Anderson Cooper, Taye Diggs, and Shemar Moore.Enough for now...

Professional: Never Get a Second Chance...

I knew there was something up with the Chief resident and the program director. Now I know for sure that they're shady characters and I've since taken the liberty of absolving my relationship with them. From here on out, it's a matter of bip2 security as to whether or not I choose to interact with them.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still gonna do my job and do it to the fullest extent that I can manage. But they have effectively become the enemy and with the enemy, I do not have to share. With the enemy, I do not have to like. With the enemy, I do not have to positively reciprocate.

Now I go into "dialing it in" mode and take one day at a time. It's unfortunate that it has to be this way, but when no one is looking out for your best interests other than yourself, you gotta do something in the name of self preservation.I feel a bit duped and alone in that this is happening to me so far from my home, but I guess I shouldn't have been as idealistic as I was...Pham had great suggestions.

Well, I'm gonna go fight the sleep battle...

Professional: One Without the Other...

Days off would not be as sweet without the ickiness of working long hours. It's kinda like the dichotomy of life and death; we never truly appreciate what it means to live until we have someone close to us die.

And that's why I'm going to squeeze the fuckin' life out of this Saturday (my first day off in two weeks) and next weekend (my first complete weekend off in 7 weeks.) In medico-lingo, next weekend is a "Golden Weekend" which means I'm on call on Thursday, post call Friday, off Saturday and Sunday. YAY! The only shitty part is that you come back and are immediately back on call.

So in other words, I must live it up while I can.I'm thinking about going to Louisville for the weekend, spending the day Saturday at Six Flags, going out, then returning Sunday morning so that I can catch up on everything here that I need to do. I'll get some club suggestions from EGray and Roberto and maybe EGray will even be able to come with me!

I miss Abe. I miss JeRC. And luckily ChriStaples is still interested in at least hanging out...he's a tough one to read so I'm unclear as to whether or not he's treating us as friends or more. Lol, I'm not a huge fan of confusion, so I'll probably just come out and ask him what we "are" the next time I see him.

On another note, I ran into another nurse that is a bitch. Sheesh, you'd think the supply would run out eventually, but alas, that just isn't the case...Karen is her name and she was very rude to me in front of my patient. That's unacceptable and won't be tolerated. I can't wait til I see her again...

Gay: We're Getting Older by the Minute...

Harriwhen came out to his mom not too long ago.

Last night, while I was on call, I got a text from JeRC proclaiming the same thing for him and his parents. I think that's PHENOMENAL!People don't quite understand just how hard that is; to take a mother's or father's opinion of their offspring and change it in a blink of an eye. Sure, it seems a bit melodramatic, but it's really not. It truly is life changing for all involved. I remember seeing an Oprah and hearing parents say that having their kid come out to them is almost like having them die and mourning the loss of that person that they created in their head. They then have to get to know this new person instead.

Though I can't agree with everything that Oprah presents, I could understand where this mindset is rooted.

And sure, while JeRC only told his parents that he's bisexual (which I still don't think exists), he is still effectively saying that he loves men and that will change the nature of his relationship with his parents forever, though I'm sure they were probably very cool with it.

Oh, and in other news, I'm thinking of adopting a kid. Nah, not anytime soon, but hopefully by the 4th or 5th year of residency. I definitely feel my clock ticking and I don't see the need to wait forever, especially since I think I'd be a great dad by myself. I mentioned it to my sister and got a very surprising response...She said, "I'll have him for you." I laughed cuz I thought she meant she and her hubbie would have a kid and give them to me to raise. I clarified and she concurred that she wouldn't mind carrying the kid as long as we found a great egg donor. Yeah, the gravity of such a statement hasn't quite sunk in, possibly because I don't know if she knows what it all entails, but it's a life changing idea nonetheless.

Hmmm...now all I need is an egg...S'funny how life just keeps on changing...

Gay: I Think I Wanna Have Your Baby...

I recently purchased two books: "Fatherhood for Gay Men" and "Getting Simon: Two Gay Doctors' Journey to Fatherhood.

"While I've been speedreading the first, I haven't quite made it to the second yet, but I can already tell my interest is more than piqued.

As many of my friends know, I would love nothing more to have a couple kids running around. If, by some per chance I could have a DNA say in things, all the better.

Some people contemplate dogs, I contemplate kids. I'm thinking about getting one before the end of residency, especially 4th and 5th year. We'll see what happens.

Professional: Exchanging Stupid for Stupidity...

Egad.

I'm sure all nurses aren't idiots, just as I'm sure that all nurses don't have a complex about being a nurse and doing as they're told (with the occasional ask for their input.)

But methinks that we have a shitload of the former and an assload of the latter. I don't know if they've just been beaten into submission by attendings and docs in the past, but I want to work alongside my nurses, not have a hostile relationship. Hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that "hateful" is exactly what they're striving for.I try not to be a mean person. Even if I'm tired and quite the cranky-pants, I still try not to yell at folks or get sharp with them. But I can see why others do it: it's easy and effective.

Telling a nurse to basically shut the fuck up and do what she's told is a lot easier than trying to befriend them and schmooze them. And putting the fear of god into them is also effective, in that they know you don't fuck around and that they're in for a mouthfull if they don't oblige.

Now, that could backfire on you in that they page and call you at all times of the night, but it's not like they don't do that ALREADY so you'd basically have a win-win.

I talked to Ram-z and he reiterated some of my feelings to a T. I'm glad he's around and know what's going on. The unfortunate thing is that there are no guys on the pedi floor, so I have to deal with catty female nurses all fuckin' day. *Le sigh* It's a travesty.

Professional: It's Over!!!

The dreadful ER rotation is finally finito!

And as a testament to just how much God hates me, he made it extra prickly on my last day, working the night shift, getting bombarded with dozens of things at one time and never being able to pull any off smoothly.

The ending attending was super nice but I could tell that it's all starting to wear on her. Apparently, they're down about 3 attendings and so that means the remaining 7 are having to work their asses off, especially since they're supposed to be teaching (which they don't do for off service residents) as well as supervising and admistrating.

The environment was so toxic and just the smallest of negative attitudes can fester into a cesspool of unhappiness. Not to mention that our favorite sect of the medical realm known to the common man as "nurses" will passive-aggressive-ize things to death and blow it all out proportion. This, of course, means that often time they are the brunt of things since doctors don't always react on emotion (from patients or colleagues) rather relying on a detached set of logical heuristics. In other words, we stay calm cuz we know that if we don't someone could get hurt of something forgotten.I did befriend quite a few of them, and I even invited one of them out to Intern Agave rounds. Jaime is a skinny little guy who's married but has beautiful blue eyes (I'm a sucker for 'em) and a great personality. He's country, like many of these folks are, but he's different in that he seems to strive to be better than he is. As Data found out in "Star Trek: Nemesis" that's what makes us human and who we are.

Anyway, I'm preparing my report/presentation on my time in the ED and I'm gonna make damn sure that it gets to the appropriate hands. If they choose to ignore it, so be it, but at least they'll know what hell they're putting their residents through.

Well, I start wards tomorrow, so I shall run for now and write more later...

Professional: Dumb Things We Tell Ourselves...

Seven ER shifts left and all I can think of is the resistance I've gotten from damn near everyone about how much of a travesty I feel doing this rotation is.

From within my own program to the Chief peds resident to my own Chief resident, everyone seems to think this is less of an issue than I do. Which just pisses me off even more.

Part of me wants to forge ahead on my own agenda, but it seems that with no backing from those "in power" I'd just be futile-ly spinning my wheels. And when that happens, I simply check out, meaning I stop giving a shit about those that don't give a shit about me.And that's what is dangerously close on the horizon for me. When I think about it, no one here has tried to make a good impression; in fact, the effort has been nonexistent, which makes me think that they song and dance they put on during interviews was just that: a song and dance.

Methinks again, that things will change when I get on the "other side" but I'm not inclined to recruit or represent an organization that I don't believe in.And it's terribly funny and disheartening to hear people talk about residency: "just hang in there, it'll get better." And when it doesn't, they say: "well, look how far you've come." Sounds like a catch-22 if I've ever heard one.

Misery loves company and there's no better place to breed it than residency.Go healthcare!

Black Professional: They Just Don't Understand...

Try as I might my fellow residents will never know what I'm going through.

This shouldn't come as a surprise to me, especially since this is just another time in my life with the same old "whuh" mentality from those around me.

And TalkShowJohn...well, he's hella funny, but just as hella good at sticking his foot in his mouth. Today, at the final breakfast, him and the Chupper made a joke about some Body Shop lotion in a car outside, without realizing that it was mine. Of course I made a joke about being ashy to try to dispell the weird tension around their mocking it's presence but no one at the table save Jules even knew what I meant by "ashy."

And no one understood where I was coming from when I complained about the ER. Instead of just shutting the fuck up and letting me vent, I heard things like, "it wasn't so bad, you get to meet all kinds of new people (which I don't fucking care about.) Or "wow, you're gonna have a hard time in residency." Or even worse "well, you just gotta suck it up cuz there's nothing we can do about it."

To which I respond: I'll be goddamned.

Anyway, other than that, it was fun running across the hillside and taking beautiful pictures of everyone. And the scenery was magnificent...it's even more pretty in the pictures than I remember it being at the time.

Upon coming back to the house, I finally got my modem and the Kirby people cleaned the living room carpet as a demonstration. Granted, they did their very best to sell that 1800 vacuum to me, but I just don't have room in the budget. Hell, I even showed them my budget just to prove it to them. Eventually they backed down, but the salesman that actually did all the work looked more than pissed and disappointed.

Volleyball tonight was okay, and I think I have a bit of a crush on WEB just because he's really good and he's cute and he's humble and he's probably 45. I don't know what it is, but older men are just hawt. :) Not that younger guys ain't...But everything today has been tempered by the fact that I'm going back into the hell hole with 8 more shifts to go, 5 of them being the overnight 7pm to 7am shift. I don't do night shifts which is why I hate fucking taking call. It's gonna suck, but what can you do?

It's called formal constructively critical complaints...these bitches ain't go know what hit 'em...

Gay Professional: Severe Indigestion...

So after having Indian food with NewChris yesterday, I got home and went to bed, seemingly with a growling stomach, though it had been filled with pretty tasty Indian food earlier.

Last night, I had a terrible dream about Crystal T dying and it shook me up enough that I actually stayed up out of fright. Eventually I fell back to sleep but was soon awakened by the stupid alarm clock. Anywhoo, I ate a bowl of cereal and some OJ/Centrum and went on my merry way to work.

A couple hours into work, I got a rather intense stomach pain, of the likes that I needed to at least sit down for. I attributed the pain to stress and anxiety at not knowing what would walk through the doors next, but the pain continued. It was a very visceral cramping pain, of the likes you get when your intestines want to rip themselves apart. Likewise, it took my breath away and I knew I had to get to the bathroom.

Needless to say the ER staff bathroom had been cordoned off for remodeling.

So I rode the elevator (cuz trying the stairs was simply making it worse) to the 4th floor, got "The Drops" (thanks to AmyBurns) ran down to the intern call room on 3rd floor (where I would have a little privacy) and proceeded to shit my brains out. Not watery, but very loose and voluminous.

Guess Indian Saag just doesn't agree with my stomach even though it was quite tasty to the palate.

I thought that with such a shitty start the day couldn't get better. Fortunately, it stayed steady and straightforward and I was able to make it out of my shift alive. YAY! Now I just have 12 shifts left. :(

Professional: ER Shift 1...

Well, I finished off genetics and now am doing ER.

Yeah, if I could quit I probably would just to get out of doing this.

You see, I didn't know when I was interviewing that when I did an ER shif there, that I would be seeing EVERYONE; that means pediatric patients, medicine patients, surgical patients, all kinds of patients. In fact, I didn't find that out until after residency started.

Ain't that some shit?

One of the reasons I hate ER is because of the pomp and circumstance that comes with it. I noticed it as soon as I got there. There was an upper level whom, not only 2.5 months ago, had befriended me in the peds lounge and it seemed that we got along swimmingly. But boy did that change once we were in his territory with his bosses that he had to impress.

And that was just the start of the night...things ran as smoothly as could be expected I suppose, but that didn't keep me from rolling my eyes and getting irritated with every snide comment of the attending or having to deal with some of the ER interns. Whew, they're a different breed altogether...except for Chris. He was nice.

If I had done Psych/Child Psych I wouldn't have to deal with this. If I had done Triple Board in Indianapolis, I wouldn't have to deal with this. Granted, they had their own shortcomings, so I guess I'll just live and let live.

Seeing my 1 pediatric patient was fantastic and luckily I got a 25 year old lady who was fun to talk to and interact with. And her husband was gorgeous. Lol, methinks I'm a sucker for redheads and guys was close cropped gray hair. :)

I'm working the 1pm to 1am shift again tonight and I will come better prepared with snackage and drinkage to get me through the day. Here's to a good night 16 more shifts to go...