Remembering dear Dr Ken Wapnick
Fashion is a Cruel Mistress
And this is giving me a headache.
My little Hospice Baby is is ICU.
It’s so easy to get bonded with these patients.
I see now why it took 20 years
to become a Pediatric Hospice Nurse.
You have to be old enough to be wise.
So I have some time off this week.
My Phantom Of The Opera
Housemate is planning a small suere
For some orchestra pit people.
I was planning to stay away,
(Since I would have been working
early tomorrow morning,)
but now I get to attend.
I got up super early and scrubbed the bathrooms
And emptied the trash- that kind of stuff.
The list of errands is never ending.
Toothpaste. I keep needing toothpaste.
This is why Amazon exists.
The Sleep Study continues.
Crappy Crappy Wine.
And I was so tired. I thought it would work.
No Wine. No Melatonin.
Just CBD Oil.
Here’s some nights with no wine.
So about 2 months of studying
- some planned and some random -
The thing I though was helping me sleep
It the very thing that’s keeping me awake.
It would be like a Diabetic
Eating Cinnamon Rolls
And thinking it helps because
They read somewhere that Cinnamon
Helps lower Blood Glucose!
In a word- insanity!