That title is the scroat-quote of the day, spoken by the young man we found wandering around the hospital parking lot trying to see into the ambulances. He had walked from his home, a ways away, and said he was lost. (As I'm sure you know, Bipolar = Wanderings.) So, we kindly led him into the hospital to "get out of the rain" and I was asking him questions on the way in:
Me - "What's your name hun?"
Him - Cannot disclose name due to HIPPA (Damn feds messing up my story...)
Me - "Do you have any medical problems?"
Him - "Nope!"
(FYI, he's what we would call "mentally hilarious." Or at least had those facial features.)
Me - "Well, do you have any psych problems, like Bipolar?"
Him (Triumphantly) - "Not today!"
So yes. We got him all comfortable in a hospital room so that the poor boy could stop walking in the rain. And by this time, I was already an hour past end of shift with 2 unfinished reports, and our IT network was down so I had no way to send my completed reports to the server or the hospital, and we got new truck phones that DO NOT work, so clearly whomever left their bag of chips on the table at work doesn't have chips anymore. And I felt better.
So my partner who I worked with today (who knows you're a badass runner) got this and gave it to me to show you:
How perfect right???
I will be spending my night boozing because I have a whole 18 hours off, reconnecting with the beautiful Erin Phelan who is also boozing, and doing therapy homework. Because, you know, apparently that's a thing... And let's be honest, we can reasonably expect at least 3 more episodes of Arrested Development before I call it a night and crawl into my camping cot...
I love you always and across far too many rest stop-less miles,
LiLi
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