water
millions of drops in the pool of existence.....
(i have lost myself)
can i find the way home?
a site about this that and the other, and most likely, not all that intriguing.
we'll just skip the whole incident with my lack of posting last week. what can i say, i am the occasional slacker...

ok, so today was essentially my monday, i had yesterday off. so, i've been a bit sleep deprived as of late, i have become something i wasn't not so long ago, but that's another story. anyways, i arrived at work this morning to an ivp exam, my least favorite exam. it requires iv injection, and i'm kind of a freak about injecting other people, even though i do it rather well, and with finesse(i pretty much pretend i know what i'm doing, ha). well, after i inject my patient, he starts telling me he's numb in the chest, which could fall into the category of anaphylactic shock, which is no good. i decide to kind of laugh it off, and observe, he ended up being fine, but still, numbness is never a side effect you want to hear about after injection. as the day progressed, we got busier and busier. i am the resident iced tea maker at work and we ran out of both sweetener and tea today, bastards! tea has been essential in my bid to quit the coke. as if the day weren't going bad enough, a co-worker of mine decides she's gonna run the oven self-clean during business hours, it sets off the alarm in the entire building and the whole facility has to be evacuated for the smoking oven. we are talking about surgical suites here people, a man was having eye surgery and had to be evacuated! poor guy could hardly walk down the stairs. then i receive a cll from the ex's workplace saying they have my kid, somehow the bus dropped him off there, and the ex is nowhere to be found. wtf? so, i go to pick him up after work, and the ex is there, gives me the kids and tells me that no. 2's arm is kinda swollen. umm, yeah, to about twice the size of normal, and his ear looks like it's about to explode too, so no. 2's er visit number 47 is in order. why can he not pick a kid up, why can he not take the kid to the doctor before it looks like an appendage will need amputation. is it really that hard people? and to top it off, my bloody valentine showed up today for her visit....
in an effort to try and post more often, i am finding pressure within myself to post things that aren't totally random, or that have some sort of meaning. i find it odd that a small goal i have set for myself has turned into something that causes me mild anxiety, how quirky?
i'm not sure why this idea came to me, but it did none the less. here's the idea, i am going to post a new picture, drawing, visual somethingerother every sunday. i want all those 5 whole people who look at this website to find either a word, comment, or phase that the visual ignites within them and leave that thought as a comment. i also don't want people going in and reading other people's thoughts before they have left their own. do you think you can do that? i think you can...
