listening to pachelbel

and so, the house is still standing.  the turkey is great - had to taste it. and the work week is finished.  it was a crazy day, but the day before a holiday usually is.  it's understandable - the inmates are far from home and family.  we sent one out to the hospital in respiratory distress, another with kidney stones. we were short staffed, no PA, no doctor until late this afternoon.

i screwed up an appointment today.  i ran down to operations, crouched by the desk and asked - did you guys have an appointment for wake med?  no, they didn't. i banged my head on the desk.  it was all my fault, you know.  i must not have printed the screen.  sgt. weber teased me - HOW do you sleep at night, with all that blood on your hands?  and as i was turning to go, he taunted - blood on your hands, blood on your hands! (weber is slightly strange).  from out of nowhere, for no reason, unless i've finally rounded the bend, too - i wiped my hands on my shirt and in my best lady macbeth, said - out, OUT, damned spot!  if nothing else, i left them laughing.

i received hate mail from an inmate.  the frantic nurse was on duty.  everything, including med pass, is an emergency to her.  and here it is, 6:42 p.m. and i'm recounting the day and listening to pachelbel for some sense of calm.

it wasn't such a bad day...and tomorrow will be nice, a small group at my parents' house, laughter.  and music.

happy thanksgiving.  :-)