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Despite the fact that he is obviously the coolest two year old in the Tri-State Area, we decided against throwing Jackson a huge party. We just had some friends over and did dinner, and cake, which the boy absolutely insisted on destroying. Not that we minded, as that is what the novel invention known as a washing machine is for. It was fun.
Work has been...work. I'm still not back up to full speed. That really pisses me off, but there is only so much I can do before my head starts to kill me and my focus goes. Even if people are still dying, which is incredibly unhelpful. What we need is a giant 'pause' button for when I can't think straight.
Though that would be playing God, and we all know I already beat him the last time we did that.
So, my plan for the day is to go home (after I'm done, of course it would be wrong to leave the sick and dying to wait for me tomorrow), hang out with my son and with my wife, and dust off the guitar. I haven't really played since I smacked my head. I still remember how, obviously, it has just been awhile.
I hate headaches.
More later. I need to go on about happy endings, after all.
Though, question...wouldn't happy endings kind of be against the point? If you're happy, why end anything. I sure as fuck would rather keep on my happy course than end it and start a new one. Or end it period. Maybe I'll ponder that for the topic. I don't know.
I've got a patient who is apparently claiming to see elephants dancing down the hall waiting for me in the clinic. Fifty bucks says I make him see hippos wearing tutus too, before he's discharged. Who's with me?
Work has been...work. I'm still not back up to full speed. That really pisses me off, but there is only so much I can do before my head starts to kill me and my focus goes. Even if people are still dying, which is incredibly unhelpful. What we need is a giant 'pause' button for when I can't think straight.
Though that would be playing God, and we all know I already beat him the last time we did that.
So, my plan for the day is to go home (after I'm done, of course it would be wrong to leave the sick and dying to wait for me tomorrow), hang out with my son and with my wife, and dust off the guitar. I haven't really played since I smacked my head. I still remember how, obviously, it has just been awhile.
I hate headaches.
More later. I need to go on about happy endings, after all.
Though, question...wouldn't happy endings kind of be against the point? If you're happy, why end anything. I sure as fuck would rather keep on my happy course than end it and start a new one. Or end it period. Maybe I'll ponder that for the topic. I don't know.
I've got a patient who is apparently claiming to see elephants dancing down the hall waiting for me in the clinic. Fifty bucks says I make him see hippos wearing tutus too, before he's discharged. Who's with me?