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Work was so bad, I stopped on the way home and bought a doughnut. I ate it. Shouldn't have done that... the whole "You're fat and that's why your health sucks" thing... but I need some emotional support. Anyway, simply put, work was raging most of the night. We had FIVE crisis patients and an overdose. :S Two of the crisis patients are over 85 years old. How sad.
However, I'm doing ok. Dad's ok. Dave's ok. You're ok. So, all in all, I won't complain. I have to admit, though, that I really feel sad for the old people having crisis interventions.
I need some art therapy.
However, I'm doing ok. Dad's ok. Dave's ok. You're ok. So, all in all, I won't complain. I have to admit, though, that I really feel sad for the old people having crisis interventions.
I need some art therapy.