Seeing VAST was much fun, and worth the stress of the whole night.
Not a bad way to spend my only day off.
Every night at work has been a whole new nightmare, from little things (missed treaments/walks) to big things (that stupid broad will never touch a dialysis patient on my shift ever again). Four more days, then three off with Bats.
I'm trying to eat right, and our fucking clients keep being grateful and bringing in cookies and cakes and things. Someday, one of them will be smart and reward us with coffee.
I did have the wonderful experience of watching a dog go agonal, arrest, and die in front of its owner this morning. I love my job.
It was just one of those odd things ... and the guy got very worried looking when he wandered off for a bit, then came back to me taking a picture of his bottle of wine.