Peter...

I overslept...

When someone comes into work today, they are going to find flowers on top of their locker. Don't ask me how I got into the women's locker room, or how I climbed up so high.

I know nothing.

Except that last night was perfect.

It's raining, which I don't mind, but it's also cold. It's even cold inside the lab. Ignoring everything but the visual, I usually love days like this from the safety of PP-TH. Whoever decided to make the walls 99% glass definitely had a love for rainy days in mind. But, it is cold in here today, but I don't like. I don't do well in the cold.

I also don't do well when cancer tests come up positive. More so than is normal, I think. I know I'm supposed to remain detached from the patients. I mean, I don't even know what this particular person looks like, but I always imagine them as having huge families and dogs to feed and---

Okay. That train of thought is ending there.

Cold or not, Valentine's Day is coming up. But, no idea what I'm going to do yet. Audrey hasn't mentioned the day, yet, and I'm not sure if there's a reason behind that or not. Most girls remind the heck out of their boyfriends/husbands starting February 1st.

Okay, back to work now.

To anyone who reads this... thing...

Is there a shrink on staff?

Wow. That flu can really take you down...

Hmm.

But there were cookies in the caf, today.

Hm. The caf has no cookies today.

What's up with THAT?

I do a lot of staring from the doorway, while the machines in the lab do their thing. An unnatural amount of staring. I know I've weirded out more than one doc.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for.

Everyone is really quiet today....

...and yet I feel as though something is going down.

Good Question: Why do you keep calling me?

Better Question: Why do I keep picking up?



Moving right along...

I have a later shift today, which means I got to sleep in. [private]Good thing, seeing as I was on the phone till three last night.[/private] It also means I'll be at work late, but I don't mind that. Fewer techs in the lab means more space to move around. More elbow room. And fewer reports from interns to fix.

And that Doctor who was shot is apparently okay, which is very good news. The whole thing still makes me feel sick, though. Some people are really messed up.

Exhausting day in the lab. I swear the training isn't what it used to be. If I have to locate the power switch for someone one more time...

Well, I would just show them where it was.

But I would do it with a scowl. >_< See?

Yeah, I'm a bit dopey tonight. I'm going to turn in.

La la la. I have a cookie. La la la. Cookie cookie cookie!

Why does it sound so stupid when I curse?
There's an overload in the lab.
I miss Andy.

I need a drink.

Edit: Screw it. I'm going home. Bob's got my back in the lab.

siiiick.....

so siiiick

EDIT: Did I mention I'm sick? I'm sure someone must miss me...

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So, I took a five-minute lunch today, for the sake of not passing out. And I got myself a banana, coke, and a ham & cheese sandwich. There ended up being no napkins at my table, so I left to get some. And when I came back...

...no banana. :-\

Things I have learned today...

1. It is never a good idea to eat an entire carton of Ben and Jerry's "Cherry Garcia" in under an hour. It doesn't matter how creamy and wonderful it is, or what movie happens to be on TV... even if it's Jurassic Park.

2. 1 + 1 may not always equal 2; but, it usually equals something other that 2 when the calculator is broken.

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3. Some things on lj need to be marked private.

4. Audrey has a friend named Drake. Drake refers to me as Whatshisname. This leaves me vaguely unsettled.
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I feel pretty. Oh, so pretty.

Also, sleepy.

But good.

And back to work I go.

What is with everyone having a cat?? I mean, don't you understand we work in a hospital?! A lot of people are allergic to cat dander! You could cause asthma attacks!

*grumble*iwantacatnow*grumble*buti'mallergic*grumble*


Oh, and I apparently scare small children.

I was on the subway, and there was this unbelievably cute girl that I worked up the nerve to talk to. And things were going very nicely, until this kid tripped getting out of his seat. I caught him, but then he looked at me and screamed! Right in my pretty little face.

And I was too embarrassed to keep talking to the girl. How do you follow that?

Maybe it was the beard that scared him. I dunno. It upset me. I'm just so darn sensitive.

Bugger, I didn't even get her name.

Back is still a little funky. And when I'm in pain, I get weird dreams. Dreams of the nightmare variety. This one had my ex-fiancée commanding an army of demon-children and cats to chase me through the calls of PPTH. And I kept knocking stuff over.

I wish I could blame it on something I ate.


EDIT: So, I call Julie on a whim at lunch. And she's now officially going through with her wedding. Why? Because she's pregnant. Okay. That's... a reason. A good reason? Well, maybe. I don't know. I mean, yeah. It's a good reason to marry someone. Or, no, it isn't at all.

Eh.

You can tell I'm a bit beside myself at the moment. I'm going to bury myself in my work now. And maybe get horribly drunk tonight... but probably not.

Maybe.

Geez, I don't drink, but if you knew the gross amount of history behind all this, it might drive you to it.

So, um, if anyone spots a limping tech, hunched over to the point where you can't make out his face--although you can probably still see his unnaturally large nose... that would be me. I would also be the one who slipped on that spill (soda, apparently) in OB/GYN this morning. Yeah. Ow.

I'm okay.

Really.

I hope.

I fell down; go boom.