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The little critters are rampant in the city's apartments, and as our job requires us to spend hours in the homes of the city's citizens my coworkers and I are constantly running into bedbugs. Everyone has a favorite story: I have one nurse who saw a patient with a case of bedbugs so bad that the bugs were actually making their way up the patient's leg while the nurse was doing wound care. I only have one story, in that I went to see a patient for a nurse and discovered a gentleman in a cluttered apartment who had bedbugs crawling all over his hastily donned pants. He kicked me out of his apartment when I asked him whether he knew about his bedbug problem (after finding them all over the floor and their dropping marks along with blood smears on his mattress) and one of his supers refused to investigate when I told him about the issue. But the main risk lays in bringing them to our homes, which one of the nurses on my team reported this morning. Bedbugs themselves aren't disease vectors, nor are they necessarily health hazards, but the clean up required for an infestation is time- and cost-intensive. Not to mention the social stigma still associated with the things (imagine getting hit with bedbugs and head lice?). I'm scratching just thinking about it.
On a less cringeworthy note, my manager called me from her personal cell on Saturday. I don't recall ever giving her my number, for one. And although she was calling me to ask me about the details of a coworker's baby shower (the invitation said the party started at 6, she got there for 6:20 and was told the party actually started at 7, the invitation said 6 to get folks there for 7-8, yet there was nothing ready for the party until around 8...SO tacky), I'm not cool with her conversing with me outside of the workplace. Don't get me wrong, my manager is a nice person and I could see us maybe being casual friends if the power thing wasn't an issue. And I firmly believe she makes inappropriate decisions in regards to her friendships and the workplace (one of the nurses on my team is a pretty close friend of hers and the entire thing makes me uncomfortable). I just haven't figured out a way to say "don't call me ever again outside of a major emergency." So I'm just going to ID her number and let it go to voicemail if she decides to call me in the future.
And quickly, before I just lose my nerve and close this window out, a couple of comments/questions:
1. My great-grandmother turned 95 last week. Apparently the key to her longevity is being afraid of going outside. And drinking a cup of chamomile tea sweetened with brown sugar every night. But mainly being scared of going outside.
2. Is it "di-a-BEE-tes" or "di-a-BEE-tus"? Webster.com has both. Is it a regional thing? Because when Wilford Brimley comes on my TV and tries to sell me on "diabetus" supplies from Liberty Mutual I always wonder what his damage is.
3. I haven't played a RPG-type video game since my post-college Diablo days. The only video games I pull out semi-routinely are Rock Band/Guitar Hero. The lack of immersive experiences makes me sorta sad.
4. TV sort of sucks. Hmm.
On a less cringeworthy note, my manager called me from her personal cell on Saturday. I don't recall ever giving her my number, for one. And although she was calling me to ask me about the details of a coworker's baby shower (the invitation said the party started at 6, she got there for 6:20 and was told the party actually started at 7, the invitation said 6 to get folks there for 7-8, yet there was nothing ready for the party until around 8...SO tacky), I'm not cool with her conversing with me outside of the workplace. Don't get me wrong, my manager is a nice person and I could see us maybe being casual friends if the power thing wasn't an issue. And I firmly believe she makes inappropriate decisions in regards to her friendships and the workplace (one of the nurses on my team is a pretty close friend of hers and the entire thing makes me uncomfortable). I just haven't figured out a way to say "don't call me ever again outside of a major emergency." So I'm just going to ID her number and let it go to voicemail if she decides to call me in the future.
And quickly, before I just lose my nerve and close this window out, a couple of comments/questions:
1. My great-grandmother turned 95 last week. Apparently the key to her longevity is being afraid of going outside. And drinking a cup of chamomile tea sweetened with brown sugar every night. But mainly being scared of going outside.
2. Is it "di-a-BEE-tes" or "di-a-BEE-tus"? Webster.com has both. Is it a regional thing? Because when Wilford Brimley comes on my TV and tries to sell me on "diabetus" supplies from Liberty Mutual I always wonder what his damage is.
3. I haven't played a RPG-type video game since my post-college Diablo days. The only video games I pull out semi-routinely are Rock Band/Guitar Hero. The lack of immersive experiences makes me sorta sad.
4. TV sort of sucks. Hmm.
