This weekend was pretty ok.

There were lots of beds full of shit and fishing a contact out of a man's eye 4 or 5 days post admit with a head injury.

Oops.

Moving hospital beds around is for sure a learned skill, especially when you are also trying to drag along an IV pole and/or ventilator.

Me trying to do it was a bit reminiscent of the hospital level from old school fabulous Three Stooges for 8-bit Nintendo. (Play this video starting at 3:33 to see what I mean if you aren't cool enough to just know.)

And my preceptor is a pretty ok guy and very quick to say things like "You're fine." and "You'll get it." and even "Good job."

Today called about setting up a job interview, but am completely prepared for her to call back and tell me to just nevermind.

Whatev.

The sun is shining and school is finished in just over a month.

I'm having a party.

You're invited.

Hope you can come.