Hello, anybody there?
Lots of stuff going on, none of it of any real significance but enough to keep me from composing any new fascinating posts. I have lots of stories. Oh, so many stories.
Part of my posting absence has been physical. On Easter Sunday I sliced off the tip of my right index finger with the Mandolin blade. Yes, I know, stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The Mandolin has been sitting on the top shelf of the cabinet for over 2 months. I was scared of it before; now I am outright terrified.
My wound healed just fine, the fingernail grew back in, but typing.....now that's a little bit of a problem. I type so much at work that it just isn't fun when I try to get my own thoughts down. It still hurts, but less every week. In the grand scheme of things, it is pretty insignificant but it is annoying that only 5 mm of tender flesh can have such an impact. Ah well.
I leave you with this:
After suturing a finger laceration, Parvati told the young guy to have sutures removed in about 10 days. Clueless friend: "Or I could just cut them off, haha!"
Parvati: "Or he could come here, and we could do it"
Clueless friend: "His mom could do it, she's a doctor"
Clueless friend: "Well, she's a vet tech. Same thing"
So, using this logic
Being a nurse is the same as being a waitress
Being a pharmacist is the same as being a bar tender
A respiratory therapist is the same as an HVAC technician
A lab tech is the same as a chemist. Although in Wednesday's case being a lab tech is the same as being Alice in Wonderland.