drunk with blood

The best sleep is always 

right before the alarm. 

Stopped at Grandy’s 

to get Cinnamon Rolls for the gang. 

They were left over from last night-

Cold, stale, and had no frosting. 

I complained. Bitterly. 

I’m actually surprised 

Roaches didn’t crawl out

From the containers. 

Disgusting. 

Then, the Night Nurse was a 

No Call / No Show

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

If I had done that,

I would be fired. 

Why they keep such crappy nurses 

Is an embarrassment to us all. 

It does no good to complain. 

The replacements they send

Are much worse. And untrained. 

The family brought Ramadan Food. 

This is Goat. “Not too spicy.”

My mouth has third degree burns. 

They just don’t taste the he spice. 

It’s in there. Big time! 

So when everything goes wrong 

All at once

In such EPIC proportions- 

What can you do? 

I plan. 

I get a pen and paper. 

Or a brand new journal. 

And I brainstorm. 

I do my very best planning 

when I’m mad. 

The madder I get, 

The better the plans are. 

PS. Hemingway 

Never said that.

So they say. 

Anger is a feeling I rarely have

Because I handle things 

Instead of getting mad. 

And since I’m at the bottom end of the 

Food chain, I end up just dealing with it. 

In a word, it does no good to get mad. 

Because I have absolutely no authority. 

So - off to plan the next 5 years! 

I think I need some traveling money. 

I would love to be able to open up

A cute little Pot Shop

When the time is right. 

Since I’m not a user,

I wouldn’t be tempted 

to eat the profits!