I don't feel like blogging today. I have a very bad headache that started yesterday and continues. I have taken three 800 mg. Motrin so I'm just sitting here with a headache waiting for my stomach to perforate so I can go to the hospital, have emergency surgery and finally gain the sweet relief of general anesthesia.
As a fun-filled aside to my creaking skull, the hospital blew a water main early this morning and we were without water from 11:00 a.m. on. The plan? Let me quote,
"We'll pass out biohazard bags. Please have your patients stool into the bags. They will then give the bags to staff for proper disposal."
This is what we need. 36 mentally ill people wandering around with bags full of poop.
I refused to pass out said bags, hence the toilet's are overflowing on the 3 Rehab.
So I waded through the lake surrounding my car and here I am.
As I've mentioned before...Smith happens.
The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me; seaweed was wrapped around my head.