My bicycle crash yesterday was spectacular only in how sadly non-spectacular it was. Moving at such a snails pace up a hill that the falling over was almost just a notch above slow-motion.
An old lady in a Mercedes stopped to see if I was ok. I couldn't stop giggling. She wanted to know what I was doing out in the cold.
Told her crashing.
Heh.
Maybe go again today and try to not. Crash.
Right before I woke up this morning was having a dream that the labor and delivery floor at work was full and they were putting the overflow patients on our floor. Only our floor was my college dorm and the mom I was assigned was busy having four babies.
And I still had five other patients.
Hmm.
Sounds about right.
Speaking of my kickass job: What should I spend my last day off this week (today) doing ?
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I'm wondering the same as my sick ass prepares for work tomorrow and the next day. I wonder if my patients will mind if I cough and sputter or blow my nose in their face? surely not. And I'm sure they won't notice the two enormous fever blisters festering on my lip.
But that's not what you asked.
oops.
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