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I was supposed to have this entire week off as vacation but decided to work through Wednesday in order to save time for next year. I have no real plans for today outside of heading to the gym and maybe trying to pick up some things at the mall, but I've been up since 7 am and have done little more besides prepare and consume breakfast. Hopefully I manage to roll out of here before noon, because that's when the public school kids start getting let out of classes and bus rides start turning into performance art events ("Commentary on Life in a Sardine Tin").

Last night I went to see An Evening Without Monty Python at Town Hall. I actually wanted to skip it because I was feeling a mite burnt out the weekend before and I attempted to sell the ticket, but the transaction inconveniently fell through at the last minute. Not wanting to waste my money I decided to suck it up, leave work early, get my errands done, and then head back into the city. My seat was in the front row stage right. I was a bit concerned that I was *too* close to the stage upon taking my seat, but once the curtains rose I realized I could see everything well. QUITE well (Alan Tudyk ftw!). Monty Python humor is sort of hit-miss for me: I really liked it when I first was introduced to it back in college, but the more puerile jokes have fallen flat for me over the years - guess I can't appreciate a good cock, blowjob, or surprise cross-dressing joke anymore. This wasn't a repeat of my KitH experience where I ended up more than a little disappointed by the material, mainly because there was a liberal sprinkling of the "oldies but goodies": the Dead Parrot bit? always hilarious, and the Tourism Board monologue that never quits had us all in stitches, as Rick Holmes made his way up and down the first two rows and the aisle gamely continuing his complaints about foreign tourists. My one problem with the show was that it was relatively short an an hour and fifteen minutes (no intermission). I should have pulled out my Nano and recorded some of the bits, but I was afraid the "no recording" gestapo would haul me out. Oh well.

Okay, funny work story - we get call in the office yesterday from one of our home health aide agencies, reporting that the patient an aide was trying to see was currently on the floor of his apartment, had been there since the night prior, and the agency was asking me for permission to cut the lock of the patient's door. Seriously. Re-read the first run-on sentence of this paragraph and let me know if that makes any sense at all. At which point I tell the agency to stop dicking around and call 911, let the cops and EMTs sort out how the damn door's going to be open. We in the office were all trying to figure out how exactly they know the patient is on the floor of his apartment, so I decide to call the patient's listed telephone number. The patient picks up and, in response to my somewhat incredulous inquiry he tells me, yes, he had fallen out of his bed last night and has been on the floor since then. He obviously had access to a phone but never thought to call either his doorman or 911 to get help. He also said he was "fine", but didn't object when I told him emergency services were on his way to evaluate him - it was completely possible that he'd had a stroke or hit his head and was not oriented. Fast-forward a couple of hours and the gentlemen wasn't taken to the hospital, when I spoke with him he stated he was still feeling okay, if a little weak (I'd be weak too if I'd been stuck on the floor for 12+ hours with no water). My job? never boring.

Since my TV and movie-filled iPod managed to die a couple of weeks back (boo!) I've managed to get more reading under my belt during my commutes. I've put You Suck aside and am about 1/3 of the way through A Prayer for Owen Meany, a novel I've been meaning to read ever since I got a chance to see John Irving read an excerpt aloud at a Scholastic event (Stephen King and J.K. Rowling were also at the event - what an usual combination, no?). I might actually be able to make some headway through my "to read" pile if this keeps up.
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My day wasn't too miserable overall, but I left HQ dragging a bit. I like what I'm doing, but I'm getting the feeling that my orientation's being rushed because my team is in desperate need of extra nurses and they want to get me out there with a full caseload asap. There's a lot that has to be processed but the orientation nurses really aren't spending enough time going over the basics with me, and I keep getting handed more and more of my permanent patients. It's not encouraging. I'm tired, and when I get tired I get introspective, and when I get introspective I get moody and depressed and downward downward etc. But, whatever, tomorrow's a new day and all that rot.

Cracked lists the seven most hilariously mismatched Superhero Battles. What Marvel fan doesn't remember #2? When we used to play "who'd win?" I don't know how we missed that one (oh, wait, I remember: we were TWELVE. Still, no excuse).

From She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex.

And, newsflash, older folk do have sex. That's encouraging. Not so encouraging? The increasing rates of STDs in that population.

And this damn cough will NOT go away. Jesus.


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