Word Salad and How Ya Been

Wow it sure has been a long time since I even looked at this website. Fortunately the writer's spark has wedged it's way into my brain frequencies and so I've decided to try once more to dialog with any and all who happen across this very blog (I am so very sorry for the waste of time).

So what's new: new job, new car, new record low of antisocial behavior! Where to begin?

New job: well I'm now a charge nurse in an Alzheimer's Special Care Assistive Living facility. I pass meds, I try to keep my caregivers/subordinates on track, and watch for flying sh*t (literally as well as figuratively). And the word salad...what a wonderful phrase, WORD SALAD! I absolutely love it. For those of you who do not know what this is it basically is when a person cannot string a coherent thought process together because they physically cannot make the mental connections to do so. Thus you get sentences such as "I highly recommend the submarine for her hot plate and the mother is the hubber and the five five five is whatcha know it mmmmmmmmm." What this means....well your guess is as good as mine...in the end I can usually determine what the patient wants by their tone of voice, non-verbal gestures, and perhaps a suspicious smell emulating from below their waist. Ah, the joys of nursing.

New car: pretty self explanatory. I was driving the family 20 year-old car but then I decided to take yet another step into adulthood and thus bought a used Nissan Versa....I've had it for a couple of months now and boy do I ever enjoy driving it. (not to mention that not 3 weeks after I got my can the old car craped out...talk about good timing)

New record low of antisocial behavior: well I'm not sure if I could actually fully classify myself as antisocial, but I certainly am not social...AKA, I have no life. I work, I eat, I sleep, I putz on the computer...repeat. Perhaps someday I'll actually get my socially awkward butt out of the house on a day off and do something that involves talking to other living people who are not drooling out of the corner of their mouth....at least that is the dream.

Ok, so my writer's spark has fizzled....just worked 40 straight hours and am now off to watch some Project Runway and pass out....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

FIN