Pick up your feet

I am so tired I can barely move my feet. yawn.
I am looking forward to bed and not having to answer that 6:30 am alarm for a few days.
So much going on, so many things to think about and juggle coming at me from every direction. I am not stressed about them. I just want to handle them all calmly and diligently. The boys, my dad, Dom, the house, school and a million other things.

I told Dom a bad day at the hospital was better than a good day at Starbucks for sure.(Although I gotta tell ya I sure miss those tips and the discount from Starbucks but the free meal at the hospital is not bad. They have the BEST pudding I swear!)

Those beds sure are heavy and a paid RN is on one end and me the free volunteer is on the other pushing that sucker from one floor to the other. How odd is that? It crosses my mind alot. Free help. Pain help. But most of the nurses are really great and appreciate our help and that is better than working for a really grumpy person for a fat check. Although a fat check would look good in my checking account. sigh. In the end all that matters to me is 1) this person is hurt somehow and needs extra special care. 2) no one has one ounce of dignity in that gown they make you wear (why are they patterned? Can't they be a plain color? Just wondering) I am there to do all I can not to make them feel worse 3) I know you're not yourself when your in a hospital for whatever reason I will not take any of it personally. (The thank yous and kind words I take personally. ) Can I tell you how much I love Franz from ER? LOVE him. He is everything someone named Franz should be. giggle.

Ok this weekend between relaxing with friends and family and eating lots of meat, I gotta slam out some homework.
Hope you all in the part of the country in the path of Gustav make it through ok. Send us some of the rain will ya? Hold tight and check in will ya to let us know you made it.