I got a very nice email from a man who worked out an algorhythm to show the top 25 nursing blogs by hits on the InnerNewtTubes.
They are here.
I recommend, strongly, perusing all of 'em. I write one; most of the rest I read, and two on here were pleasant surprises to me.
Why am I doing a self-aggrandizing lazy post?
Because I just spent 2.5 hours at the doctor and came away with a diagnosis, not of allergies, but of pneumonia. Tra fricking la.
Don't worry; I don't feel bad. I just thought I had a bad cough.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
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I hope that pneumonia doesn't get you down. Nasty stuff. It can kill you. And we don't want that. There's a nursing shortage already.
We need "head" nurses, not dead nurses.
I worry about this when I consider possible epidemics; say for example, flu. Who's most exposed and most likely to get sick? Hospital workers.
That would be a righteous pain in the ass if a bunch of nurses really got sick.
Bet it's from all the damn dust you've been breathing. Get a dust mask before you take down any more walls, and feel bettter soon.
That's the funny thing: I've been wearing a dust mask religiously. An N-95, actually, that I used at work.
I don't particularly want to die of this, and I don't *think* I will. I might die from the cough syrup, though. Hydrocodone: whee! *ugh*
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