Dec 20, 2004 06:22
Bundle up people. (At least those of you that live down here where I do.)
It's cold enough that when I went outside a minute ago my chapstick went solid again on my lips. Brrrrrrrrrrrr...
The night's been quiet so far. The only fly in the ointment is that everything I do to my patient tonight hurts her. Think cold sore over every part of her lips and into her mouth. I gave her Morphine. Nobody deserves to exsist like this. Nobody.
Sometimes I feel like a torturer, not a healer. Tonight's one of those nights.
Feh...