Underwhelmed

I took a mental health day yesterday and got myself a good old fashioned deep tissue massage. It was a little piece of heaven on earth, but I am pretty sore today. Apparently I forgot to drink enough water - duh.

I also accepted another job. It is one night a week and rotating Saturdays. So we are talking MAYBE 20 hours a month. So not too stressful, but phenominal for the checkbook. I am already making plans for the loot I intend to collect. I am just pretending I am not completely dilusional, and enjoying the prospect of releasing the pennies from my butt-cheeks for at least a little bit.

We also had a follow up on the Lieutenant's foot. Driving an hour one way for a 5 minute conversation is getting pretty old, not to mention the gagillions of dollars we will be charged for our little pow-wow. The outcome was very simple. More waiting. Another EMG in 6 months to decide if PT is appropriate. Until then, live life as normally as possible. This is exactly what we were expecting, so really no biggie.

I am on crew tonight, although I am not looking forward to it, I will be hanging at my sister's so that means I have the majority of our area to first respond to. I AM looking forward to actually getting to stretch my medic-muscles and use my noodle for once, IF we do in fact get a call. I am now realizing I will need to make a pit-stop at the station to ensure my bag is stocked and the moths get some fresh air. It has been a while since the days of utilizing my personal bag or my brain.

This week included the world spitting a ginormous loogie directly in my eye but I am a trooper, and after a thorough rinsing, I am back on track with my rediculous science geek goggles in hand. Take THAT! Heh. I am hoping to start my week on Monday with a new attitude as lately I have come far too close to being a sadistic bitch without a cause. Yeah, you read that right. Not a good place to be. Who knew being an adult would be so damn hard...