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Chilly, chilly morning. Wearing my black scrub top 'cos liEk, I am a badass. Heh.

No..Really.

It feels reallly strange..like the shifting deck of a ship; not to have studied last night. I shouldn'tna slacked like I did..but, I was on such a high..everytime I get cocky..I get plucked, you know? *whine, whine*

Dear Lord. My son just had me feel his bicep as he was leaving for school -- as he is able to do the weightroom again on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Guess I am not the Family Badass anymore...IT WAS LIKE A FREAKIN' ROCK. (WOW -- When the Hell did THAT happen? You should see the fuzz on his upper lip, too...he wants a razor for his upcoming birthday..)

*Hands over barbed-wire crown with a heavy sigh*

Just so you all know..I love you guys on here.

*shiver*

Just finished the chapter, 'Your Role in Death and Dying'..about hospice, pain management, the signs leading up to/what happens to various body systems before/when it is occurring, and helping families deal with it...

And, seriously..I hope I don't have to ever do the post-mortem bathing/closing eyes thing. Let alone transporting them to the morgue.

I know I have to be professional, but Geez. I guess *somebody* has to do it.