So I've been, like, without 'Net access since, y'know, Wednesday of last week.
The Internets finally returned to their coop last night at about six; I recognized the shape my facial expression was taking as I logged on for the first time in five days. It's the same expression that junkies get when you walk in the door with the Dilaudid.
Fortunately, I have several books by Gerrald Durrell that got me through the worst of the DTs; plus, I've been working the last few days.
The reason the 'Net went out was a huge, gigantic, impressive thunderstorm that rolled in Wednesday afternoon, dropping hail the size of quarters and the temperature by twenty degrees (Fahrenheit, for my non-US pals).
In work news, the Idiot Instructor and her Dunderheaded Ducklings will be dealt with tomorrow, and not by me, thank God.
Also, a triumph: I managed to get an IV into a nice old man's ankle yesterday. This was a triple boon, as the patient was a) elderly and very dehydrated, b) three people had tried his arms multiple times with no success, and c) the IV was an 18-gauge. (For non-medical folks, that's about the size of a small finishing brad.) It took one stick, and the best part? When Shaggy, the IV God, leaned over and said, "You got it! Boy, and it's a *hog*, too." That remark carried me through the rest of the day in a good temper.
In non-work news: Today, I signed my life away for five years. Yes, fiends and neighers, I bought a car. The elderly (1993) Civic was getting to the point that small, disturbing things were beginning to happen, so I went out and got me a spandy-new 2006 Accord coupe, five-speed, with a cloth interior and a CD player. It's not been delivered yet, and I have to drive an automatic Element in the meantime, but I'm not complaining. The guy who sold me the car is very human, quite kind, and understood when I got all choked up as I was clearing the junk out of the old car.
So that's it. I'm back. RSS feed should be up and running nearly immediately.