Yesterday I interviewed a graduate nurse who looked to be about 12, and showed her around and taught her all the best ways to get lost in the hospital. After that I helped with a transplant, happily, for I love the smell of the stuff they use to keep the stem cells from exploding when they're frozen. Mmm, shrimp scampi. And I walked with a patient down to radiation, because she had chemo running, and she told me all about what it's like to be 80 years old with a huge loving family and a pretty much invariably fatal cancer, trying to get her head around the fact that a week ago she was planning a yard sale, but now she's getting chemo and rads and feeling puny, and it's just so weird, you know, because yard sale. I told her yes, because it makes total sense to me, and I waited for her while she got her treatment, and I watched one of the little swing-away tvs they have for the radiation patients, a special on Hatshepsut, the egyptian queen who dressed like a king. And then I walked her back and met her kids, all older than me, and went off to lunch, around 5pm. Oh! And I talked to 75792 nurses about everything that was bugging them, because that seems to be my role on the unit more than anything else, now, a troubleshooter.
I guess that is a fairly typical day, come to think of it. Except for the tv watching.
Tomorrow... greearrgh. More homework. And Project Runway! Finally... I can't usually stay up late enough on Wednesdays, because I go in at 6 on Thursdays.
So, I beg, O friendlist: can you contain yourself for a few days, after next Wed? I've been spoiled for the first part of the finale already, but I'm okay with that, because I certainly don't think it was a malicious thing, but exuberance. I would love to watch the second part unspoiled, though. Please?
Now, back to contemplating JC in one of those pleated shendyt kilt thingies and letting Mal chase me around the house. He looooves cleaning day. 1. Running water. 2. Open cabinets. What else do you need?