Avast ye scurrvy dogs! I be piratin’ this blog!
(Kirby glances over the nurse’s station desk, suddenly horrified as she realizes the three large coffee mugs and two empty 20 oz. Mountain Dew bottles belong to her)
I blame the above pirate comments on the caffeine. And the start of daylight savings time. And the pseudoblizzard raging outside.
And Barry Manilow. Everything bad can be blamed on him.
To answer your unasked question (Good God! Why is she posting !?!), I’ve hijacked the blog because…..
I wanted to thank all of you.
Once in awhile someone mentions that our beloved Pox is in a happier mood, is smiling more, ect. and unfairly says I have something to do with it. Frankly, I think they’re crazy.
Through this blog and the things Pox tells me, I know she has an amazing circle of friends — people who support her, care for her and treasure her. I know she thinks the world of all of you, as do I. All of you have done so much for her; she’d be in a much darker place without you.
(Pours herself a final cup of coffee for the drive home)
This is what happens at the end of a 14-hour shift: I get all bleary-eyed and weepy. If the above post seemed kind of odd, just pretend you didn’t read it. I just wanted you all to know how much you mean to Pox, and that I’m grateful you’re here for her.
We now return you to your regular author.