Notme, I think you're right. I better call the family. And concerning the adult hour, I might actually do that sometime.
Dian_na, I'll always be excited to hear your ideas and experiences about living on a boat.
Or maybe I got excited thinking about ep's chest.
Speaking of nursing, the Crisis Care nurses from Hospice of the Comforter are taking 12 hour shifts from 8-8. They're RNs. Much better.
I took a Lunesta and 4 Mirapex and slept from 4:30-6:30. Woke up with the usual apnotic headache. There was a new nurse I didn't know.
Waking up on the floor with a headache and a strange woman in the room made me feel like I was back in the military again. I spent almost all of my life either at sea or overseas. The US was just too boring.
God I loved that life. Overseas there were bad guys and spies and enemies and good people who needed our help. Anything could happen at any moment. I got a good paycheck and had only fun things to spend it on. Constantly seeing new places and learning new languages. I had a mission, a feeling that my work was important. And when you met a nurse or a fellow female warrior, the relationship didn't waste time and wasn't scrutinized for moral propriety--you just enjoyed life for a few days off together, and got back to the mission.
I did my part to kill some people, and did my part to help some people. I directly saved lives with my own hands or with my own words. With that kind of raison d'etre, I didn't mind the long days or the muddy sleeping bags.
Krissy understood that part of the job, that way of life. She was always willing to sacrifice herself for others. And lord knows she saved a lot of lives as a medical doctor.
If it weren't for her, I probably would have died in the 90s in a ditch in some 3rd world country, choked on whiskey and laying in my own vomit. As it is, now she's laying in my most comfortable bed I could find, dying of some disease as a result of some high ranking government official whose job it was to kill some people to save others.
And so it goes.