I am having a great day, sold a Jake Turkey! Met the guy in town and got a bunch of stuff crossed off my list i needed to do. Bank, drug store, feed store, ice cream cone...
I had a patient in the hospital once that was projectile vomiting...across the whole room and onto the wall! Not my favorite thing.Great day for you, lucky girl! Any day you don't get in a fender-bender and then battle a tidal wave of pork-and-egg vomit is a great day, in my book!
Good evening, Squatchers! I've been absent cuz I've been working a lot, which is a good thing. Today was a day from hell!
So I'm driving to work this morning and I got rear-ended at a light (it was raining, and NJ drivers are notoriously crappy drivers in the rain). It was a minor fender bender, but:
1.) I had to call 911 and report it, yada yada, and was late for work (I've been subbing at a special school); and
2.) I had disc surgery 7 years ago and have a plate and screws in my neck, and two remaining herniated discs that have not been giving me trouble. But I am very, very careful with my neck since then. I no longer do headstands at yoga, etc.
My car damage is minimal, but you know how auto body repairs--no matter how small--wind up costing a fortune, your rates go up, etc. Anyway, I spent the whole time consoling this poor dumb kid who was freaking out because he just got in an accident last week and he has 8 points already and his boss fired him on the spot when he called in late (what a taterhead!! Who does that?!)
Then.
I get into work and I am not there five minutes when I hear these massive puking noises coming from down the hall. (Now I am here to tell you, I hate puke. Yes, I am a nurse. But I have had a major puke phobia my whole life and have not personally yakked in 43 years, which is probably a world record.) AND--every nurse has one thing that grosses them out, and puke is mine, lol! Yeah, I know, I work with kids, I've gotten way better with the emetophobia (that is actually a word lol) since I've been school nursing. Cuz kids: they puke!
So, I glove up, grab the garbage can, meet this very large Downs kid and his 1:1 at the door, and am in the middle of saying "Hi kid! Please don't puke on me!" when he opens up his mouth and--in slow motion, I swear, I was there--a friggin' tidal wave of vom starts spewing everywhere. Like, a fountain of pork roll and scrambled eggs shrapnel all over the place. All over the floor, my swivel chair, everywhere.
I do this "Hidden Tiger, Crouching Dragon" karate/ballet/yogic flying thing to get away from the spew, and miraculously miss getting chunks on me by about half an inch. (My coffee was in the line of fire. But I digress.) It was truly an acrobatic move and I credit it all to my yoga practice. Lemme tell you, this 54-year-old body can MOVE when there is flying vomit!
I tell you-- after that entrance, the rest of the day was all downhill.
Anyway, I am drinking a delicious, cold adult beverage, eating pickled okra, and am gonna have another beverage in a minute. I just got off the phone with my insurance company. Good times.....
Love yas!
