Ess You Cee Kay in Every day scata

This past weekend at work sucked major donkey dicks. Not only did we have the "lifers" (patients that have been there for what seems like forever) on the call lights every fucking minute, but we had a dying patient.

Death doesn't bother me. Even when the patient is my age, as was this guy. What bothers me is the family having to deal with the heartache. I can do all that I can to make the patient comfortable, but the family? I can hug them, offer them an ear, make them my "special" coffee. :sigh: not a lot I can do.

This death wasn't pretty either. Liver failure. The guy was 43 years old and drank himself to death. So jaundiced he glowed florescent yellow, blood coming from every orifice. I finally convinced the charge nurse to get me an order for suction so I could keep his mouth clear of blood. A real ugly death.

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P and I went to a dog show after I got off work. I don't think I was very good company, though. We didn't stay long and I feel guilty about it. I broke my meat fast (went vegetarian for a couple of weeks) at Steak N' Shake. I cannot turn down their guacamole burger. So fucking good!

Took a bit of a nap when we got home, and went to bed kind of early, but still felt like shit yesterday afternoon.

I need coffee... and a cig... and to get the laundry in the dryer.