Yesterday I admitted a man with fever and chills because he has no immune system, a common side effect of chemotherapy. He said the smartest thing I've ever heard since becoming a nurse. He said, "cancer SUCKS" and he was so right, it's really so simple, that I may or may not have gotten a little teary eyed but I'm pretty sure he didn't see. It sucks. All of a sudden your life changes, but you don't get any say in it at all, and last night when I got home I got a nosebleed for the first time in my life and it chilled me to the bone. I kept thinking of Scully, which made me laugh. But it was eery, because yeah. Never gotten one before, and now changes like that scare me.
But, you know, it's a very dry spring and don't I always make it all about me, anyway? I do. So I made a salad and watched some old x-files eps and then dreamt about seeing JC in a club, which was mmmm. Nice.
Oh, shit. Thirty second Exorcist as done by bunnies.
Gakked from amesville. Prepare to snort. Bunnies! It makes so much sense, really. When you think about it.
Happy St. Patrick's day, still, and top of the morning to you and all that. My mom's family came from County Mayo and my dad's from County Claire, so no green for me yesterday, because what do I need to prove? Nothing, ya bastards. Ha. *g*
And for a giggle, here's what Moby has to say about boybands. Man! I want to hear this version of Larger Than Life.