Forgotton Memory

He was in a white top, maybe mar0on. Yes it was a maroon jacket with the nursing school patch slaped on the sleave. I was in dress clothes, kahki pants, and the same jacket on. Dispatched to shadow a fellow nursing student prior to being accepted into Viterbo College's nursing program-hell I was still in high school.

He was cute. Married, possibly an EMT Firefighter, dark skin. Friendly. Brown hair.

But he wasn't gay. Sometimes the fellow pink ladies of the lamp need mentors. Specially in a female dominated profession which prides itself on tradition, politics, and conservatism.

That would be me.

Enter Matt. First year starbucks coffee employee turned student nurse, on the unit preparing for clinical in the morning. Honey, I can usually spot what someones bread is buttered on at 50 paces, it didn't take me long to figure out his story.

Answered his questions, went out side and smoked a cigarette, and told him frankly "whatever your orientation is, KEEP it away from the bedside. It doesn't belong there." He understood. Asked if he'd see me in the morning, and of course I said "YES".

Where else would I be?

The morning after....

Insomnia threw a few punches last night, we did a couple rounds of pillow fighting, yet I prevailed at the ripe hour of 4:30ish. Stoped watching the clock measure the hours, really not sure when I sucummbed to slumber. The exact time doesn't really matter.

Managed to be productive, pack for the weekend, ect. ect. The problem manifested in itself with thoughts, ideas, pondering every situation, and it went down hill from there. Brain was in overdrive. At least there is work, to focus on tonight, and tomarrow. The controled life of work at times, is a great distraction from life outside the hospital-cause lord knows I have one, besides being polly pill pusher.

Made it out to Target, during the rain and scored the 2 disc Happy Feet. Currently am the short-lived owner of 2 copies (one which will be destined for the Meat Brothers).

In case anyone is wondering, Allan is the narrator on the second disc. As another patron grabed a copy, the thought of telling her, this limited edition is SO much better, and I personally KNOW the narrator on the second disc.... came to pass through my mind.

And in case your wondering, its utterly fabulouse, to hear his voice on the Nat. Geo special, and more importantly, to see his name in the credits. The feeling is that of looking at an egg, and knowing whats inside. Came clean about the entry I wrote yesterday morning on our conversation, and he got quite teary eyed.. "oh allan-as Chris would say.... when it comes to anything else, I'm open, talking to him on how he makes me feel.. i'm somewhat gaurded...just havn't cracked that shell-quite yet.

A head with no Chicken

Went to bed at 8:13 this morning. Woke up to 13 emails in the ye ole inbox.

Obsessive? Much?

Hardly.

The plan is quite simple. Wear out the Itunes songs of "Bloom"-by cassey Stratton, and "The old ways" by our favorite Canadian Singer Lorenna Mckennitt.

Put a bid on a VINTAGE shirt on ebay. It is from the Broadway Play "Torch Song Trilogy". Although purple isn't really my color, its "Torch Song Trilogy"...

Obsessive Much?

Off to the post-office, OFF to the Bank, off with your Chickens! Need to put my big girl panties on, and start marking things off the to-do list. Ready. Set. GO!