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Jun. 27th, 2017 12:20 pmBoy did I have one of those days on Sunday! We saw a zillion people (I saw 24 people during my 12 hour shift) and they were either there for some complete garbage, non-emergent complaints or they were there for things that made my hair stand on end. No middle ground! It left me feeling incredibly introverted yesterday. The way I put it to Bryan was "If the entire world got mad and said it was no longer speaking to me, I'd probably say 'You promise?'" I wanted to hide under a blanket but I did the next best thing & went & got a massage instead. I felt somewhat better, but on the way home traffic turned into Mad Max Fury Road so I got a little crabby again.
I will say this, though: best way to become my favorite patient? I was in a room with a very nice lady I'd just diagnosed with a very annoying injury. She told the friend with her "Doesn't she look like someone?" Indicating me. "Not someone in particular, I don't think. I think she just looks like a 1940s movie star. She just has that kind of face." Oh yeah. INSTANT favorite patient. I was also told on Sunday that I looked like Adele (I've gotten that once before), Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds (I've gotten that one A LOT and I've still never watched the show), and told that I was "kinda woke for a white lady" and "See, she's real. I told you she was cool." So it's not like it was all bad.
This morning there's no milk in the house, and while I can forego the sweetener in my coffee, I've got to have milk or cream. I really should start keeping a stash of those little shelf-stable creamers for just such occasions.
Tomorrow is going to be a hard day, I fear. As many of you know, we have 3 dogs: Pete, Sam, & Harry. Sam & Pete are quite old for rat terriers; they're 15 years old this year. Last year, a tumor began to show up in Sam's groin area. It didn't seem to bother him; it wasn't painful or bleeding, but recently it's gotten much, much larger. At this point it appears to cause him difficulty in movement, and while he doesn't help or cry, he doesn't move much and I think the sheer weight of it is causing him back pain. Bryan & I have long since come to terms with the mortality of our dogs; we've been feeling like they were living on borrowed time almost for the last 4-5 years. Ganon, though, bless him. Ganon is almost 11, and he has never lost anything that he's loved. This will be very much a first for him. He cries when we talk about it. Last night I asked if he wanted to go with us & said we were thinking of this afternoon, but he requested one more day. I imagine Sam will probably be fed bacon & be very petted & made over tonight. Hospice patient doggie & all that. :( In honor of Sam, have a pic of my doggos:
I will say this, though: best way to become my favorite patient? I was in a room with a very nice lady I'd just diagnosed with a very annoying injury. She told the friend with her "Doesn't she look like someone?" Indicating me. "Not someone in particular, I don't think. I think she just looks like a 1940s movie star. She just has that kind of face." Oh yeah. INSTANT favorite patient. I was also told on Sunday that I looked like Adele (I've gotten that once before), Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds (I've gotten that one A LOT and I've still never watched the show), and told that I was "kinda woke for a white lady" and "See, she's real. I told you she was cool." So it's not like it was all bad.
This morning there's no milk in the house, and while I can forego the sweetener in my coffee, I've got to have milk or cream. I really should start keeping a stash of those little shelf-stable creamers for just such occasions.
Tomorrow is going to be a hard day, I fear. As many of you know, we have 3 dogs: Pete, Sam, & Harry. Sam & Pete are quite old for rat terriers; they're 15 years old this year. Last year, a tumor began to show up in Sam's groin area. It didn't seem to bother him; it wasn't painful or bleeding, but recently it's gotten much, much larger. At this point it appears to cause him difficulty in movement, and while he doesn't help or cry, he doesn't move much and I think the sheer weight of it is causing him back pain. Bryan & I have long since come to terms with the mortality of our dogs; we've been feeling like they were living on borrowed time almost for the last 4-5 years. Ganon, though, bless him. Ganon is almost 11, and he has never lost anything that he's loved. This will be very much a first for him. He cries when we talk about it. Last night I asked if he wanted to go with us & said we were thinking of this afternoon, but he requested one more day. I imagine Sam will probably be fed bacon & be very petted & made over tonight. Hospice patient doggie & all that. :( In honor of Sam, have a pic of my doggos:
