I'm tired. I don't wanna show up for anesthesia tomorrow, but since it's the last day I probably should. Mostly, I just don't want to get to the hospital at 7am for I am lazy.
You aren't reading the last line.
I gave up the DVR today in order to save on the damn cable bill, but kept the high definition.
I usually end up downloading the shows I like through bittorrents.
She ain't dead until she's warm and dead.
...Oh, man. She may never be dead.
Oh I know. I kept yelling at the tv that they should do a better job of warming her up. I love how the OB/GYN attending was the one who first mentioned giving her warmed up fluids, and not the surgeons. She will live. And it will piss me off.
As did we. Mrs. McNinja had New Zealand venison, and I had duck. She also had some ridiculous chocolate dessert.
Anesthesia started at 7am. I woke up at 6:50 (forgot to reset the alarm from pain clinic's 8am time). Oops. Still managed to take care of the dog and made it in by 7:15. However, in a stroke of brilliance, our hospital has recruited more CRNA students and since they have dibs on the intubations, I am now home. And drinking my missed coffee. Caffiene headaches are bad.