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2 July 2005
The three visitors
2 July 2005 23:57Had an o.k. kind of day. Slept most of it, and still remain pretty exhausted.
Of course things come in three's.
Heard from my gay cousin John. He is in Minneapolis for the Northern Star Gay Rodeo Association. They were going to throw on Wranglers, and do some shit kickin' on plywood tonight. I thought I was a nelly queen, but John is worst. We havn't been in contact for a LONG LONG TIME, and before that, it was pretty much non-existant. Hopefully we can get together this weekend.
Many times we get pt's who are very banged up. They leave and we never see the recovery. Tonight a lady came up to see who was working. I remembered her vaugely. Behind her came her husband. Despite his head incision, he looked great- one wouldn't know any differnt. He was involved in a 4 wheeler accident, which the details are long gone(they are not sure how it happened). While he was on our floor, he was an IPA, confused, pulling shit, totally out of the loop. His wife had mentioned that they were debating between a rehab facility (here), or nursing home. Thank god he didn't go to a nursing home. A month later, recovered. A miracle.
Kevin came over today. The third visitor. Had an o.k. time with him.....
I am feeling very overwhelemed with all the shit I decided to tackle all at once. I need to start to make decisions on what i am going to do, and what I am not, otherwise I am going to burn myself into a frenzy.
Of course things come in three's.
Heard from my gay cousin John. He is in Minneapolis for the Northern Star Gay Rodeo Association. They were going to throw on Wranglers, and do some shit kickin' on plywood tonight. I thought I was a nelly queen, but John is worst. We havn't been in contact for a LONG LONG TIME, and before that, it was pretty much non-existant. Hopefully we can get together this weekend.
Many times we get pt's who are very banged up. They leave and we never see the recovery. Tonight a lady came up to see who was working. I remembered her vaugely. Behind her came her husband. Despite his head incision, he looked great- one wouldn't know any differnt. He was involved in a 4 wheeler accident, which the details are long gone(they are not sure how it happened). While he was on our floor, he was an IPA, confused, pulling shit, totally out of the loop. His wife had mentioned that they were debating between a rehab facility (here), or nursing home. Thank god he didn't go to a nursing home. A month later, recovered. A miracle.
Kevin came over today. The third visitor. Had an o.k. time with him.....
I am feeling very overwhelemed with all the shit I decided to tackle all at once. I need to start to make decisions on what i am going to do, and what I am not, otherwise I am going to burn myself into a frenzy.
