8:06 AM
mood: snappish
last night's sleep rating: F
rounds start: as soon as I can get myself together
who's late: they all got here before I did.
Last night was a bitch. Cold, windy... I just hurt all over. It took me forever to get to sleep and then I overslept this morning. Took forever to loosen up enough to get dressed. Missed my preferred parking spot; some patient probably took it. The nerve. And, of course, I'm still stiff and in pain and now I'm getting those nope-we're-not-looking-no-sir-not-us looks from the kids. Stop it, I want to snap, I'm fine, but then that will really set them to speculating.
Coffee, Vicodin, and a good stroll should set things to right. Today's going to be busy; M&M's today and then Wilson wants to get another X-Ray on my hand.
last night's sleep rating: F
rounds start: as soon as I can get myself together
who's late: they all got here before I did.
Last night was a bitch. Cold, windy... I just hurt all over. It took me forever to get to sleep and then I overslept this morning. Took forever to loosen up enough to get dressed. Missed my preferred parking spot; some patient probably took it. The nerve. And, of course, I'm still stiff and in pain and now I'm getting those nope-we're-not-looking-no-sir-not-us looks from the kids. Stop it, I want to snap, I'm fine, but then that will really set them to speculating.
Coffee, Vicodin, and a good stroll should set things to right. Today's going to be busy; M&M's today and then Wilson wants to get another X-Ray on my hand.
3 Comments:
Hi Dr. House. I just wanted you to know that I think that short day nurse in the stepdown unit named Liz (you know, the one who was also there during your infarction) has been stealing your Vicodin. (She's been acting real strange lately.)
You may want to look into it.
Have you been gossiping with Cuddy lately? Nobody's been stealing my Vicodin. Liz actually doesn't work here any more; I heard she had herself a parasite and decided not to outsource her day care. So she's off arranging play dates.
I hear ya, Doc. I have the kind of fibromyalgia that *can't* be diagnosed with the phrase "Got change for a dollar?" LOL and it doesn't play well with cold, damp weather, either. I wish we could send all our collective weather-related aches and pains off on a play date, together, because they make poor 'temple' roommates when it comes to our bodies... ;-) LOL
Yeah, some days, a person wakes up on the wrong side of reality and never quite seems to catch up, for the rest of the day.
Ducklings will quack... er... *talk,* Doc. LOL But, they *are* cute and starting to pick up both your *and* Wilson's habits, I've noticed. (And shoes, in Foreman's case... LOL He always quacks the loudest, but is the most easily "impressed" out of all of them... ;-) Strictly in terms of acquired behaviors, of course. ;-) *grins*)
I'm glad Wilson is 'on top of' things when it comes to making sure your broken fingers heal, properly. I wouldn't want the future option of you playing the piano at Carnegie Hall cut off, prematurely... ;-) He's a good egg, when he's not straying off into "double entry bookkeeping" territory... LOL ;-)
Sanlin
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