What Day Is It?

You know I have these random days off, which makes it hard for me to keep track of what day it actually is. It also makes it difficult to see if patients are oriented to date when I have no idea. Lately they've been right, and I have to discretely glass at the calendar on my left to see for myself. Shit.

I know I was off yesterday, and I am aware that it was Monday. Care package prep day. I thoroughly enjoyed putting Joe's box together, and somehow I made it last most of the day. I packed the shit out of that box. I super wrapped everything and put in a ton of cushioning. I guess even if it was smashed he wouldn't bat an eye, but I wouldn't it to look nice. Mail is my only form of communication, so by golly I want it to count. Between the store bought food, the homemade cookies I baked fresh yesterday morning, the hygiene/field necessities, and newspaper clippings with some current events, he should feel pretty good about himself. Of course I put in a nice card too. Hell, after I got a letter from him that was partially in french with the translation with a really REALLY awesome translation about me having his heart and having had it for a long time, etc, etc, I figure a massive box full of goodies is well-deserved. Yesterday he started a five day FTX and then he'll return for a day before going out on another five day FTX. As he said, this is where they start getting "go's." Which means these are the big tests to pass Mountains. Think good thoughts for him. And me!!

And so I have three work days left this week. Today was long. I spent most of my day with an addict who tried like hell to get himself admitted. It was rough. Everything else went smoothly, though, even if I had an 8.5 hour day. I'm an hourly bitch, so I'm only slated for 7 hrs a day. :-) The long day ended on a funny note with me and the other SSP outside trying to get a dead golf car back to its parking spot, this after a clothing hunt on campus for a patient that we were trying to discharge after his clothes somehow disappeared after they were washed. (All he had on was a blue paper hospital jump suit and underwear.) And so there I was sitting and steering, kicking off with one leg outside of the cart, while the other gal pushed and yelled at me as I laughed. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha. Best part of the day.