so who's on the floor?...

Today's a freaky Thursday... it should have been a throwback Thursday huh, but nah, we do not have that in the Kingdom. It is either you go out here smiling or freaking-out! And everyday is a deja vu, not a throwback!

But today is freaky in a different way...

So me and the Black Widow switched days, that is why I am here on the other side of the Kingdom with the Extraordinary People.

At 5am, I was surprised to see Black Widow in the floor... eh, I am pretty sure that I should be in the floor today. It turned out-- she was here to help as we are short-staffed... and she will be one of my Techs, freaky, LOL!

7am, the Iron Man arrived in a hurry, mumbling about how bad the traffic was from I15 to 91 to 55 to 405. Who wouldn't? She lived in the mountains LOL! A fashioned mountains anyways, with the biggest known casino in town.

And there were three of us RNs -- in the floor for the first time...how prolific!

or Epic???

Since we are missing one, I tried to message Sentinel to come in and bring us lunch as she is the only person missing and the Nautilus of Captain Nemo is set to submerge.

After the nth message and maybe she thought she won't be harmed to see us in the floor, she came and brought us their leftovers.

Ugh!

And there were the four of us -- in the break room... leaving the floor RN-less!

We were in the middle of getting loud when the big boss Nicky Fury caught us...

"So who is on the floor?"

A little later, the crowd of prolific people began to disperse... on to the Nautilus!
G.

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I won't remember you....

I won’t remember you. I never remember anything that hurts me. Harsh huh! Acknowledging the pain and feeling it is one way but the easiest way there is when you have pain is to suck it up and forget about it. I did that. Done that. I learned to be cynical and stoical. I never remember anything that hurts me. When my father died, I only cried the day he was laid to rest. I cried hard in 2013 when I left my mother in a hospital bed without all her senses and memories…and the day she died. Crying helps. Instead of avoiding our feelings, we can simply feel them and forget about it. However, when events and circumstances overwhelm one to the point where they are an emotional wreck --- there’s always a medicine for it! So, Mrs. M got her dose. She passed away. It was sad. She was a happy soul. Someone just hurt me. I won’t remember you. ...

behind that closed door....

When you have a competent desk Executive Assistant you’re sure to end up with a glory day! Liz is efficient. Ask her to do anything and she will do it in an instant, well, of course sometimes she forgets especially when her laughing buddy is beside her! She works quietly. You won’t even notice her leave the building unless she says her goodbyes! Ahh like her FA! LOL! Sneaky. She is behind this closed door. This door used to be wide open years ago, and it just changed recently, for some stupid reason. Anyhow, open or closed door you can still hear her giggling or I can still disturb her with just a press of “transfer 10” in the phone in from my Station. She is the “MAN” (as Paul often says) when it comes to translating for my Hispanic patients. I always ridicule her for getting a more paying job as translator, @#$% some people who knew how to use the language line are just too lazy they would always call her to translate. Geez. I am one of them. As she passed by my Stat...

this used to be my playground...

Growing up, we have that graphic bible books that we've outgrown. I remembered those days where we (my siblings) snuggled our small-framed bodies to each other just to share those books and (that) one small book about the monkey and the turtle. So... When I am lost or out of sight , I am just in any place or aisle with books. Bookstores is my playground. I’m a late bloomer though… when I was a kid. I don’t have that pleasure or leisure to visit a bookstore, nor the money to spend on books. I was introduced to a library when I was already in high school (as the school had its own library). Unfortunately I don’t have, again, the pleasure to spend my free time hugging all those books in the library as we needed to help out in household chores. I only visit the library on a per need basis But I do not like libraries. There is that feeling of suffocation when you walk through a quiet, quaint, dim lighted book aisles… THO...

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