Head Nurse

No more Cheezfriends-Speak; I promise.  These are the boys, napping in the green velvet chair right next to my desk. They spooned all the wa...

First, from Faithful Correspondent and Lotion Slut Pens, a link for those of you who can't figure out how to pronounce all those new wor...

*sigh* You would think, after however many years I've been doing this, that I would cease to be surprised by people. Or at least that I ...

This was a blast from the past: Yoiks.

My Brother In Beer* has informed me that I'm a dope.  He put it much more nicely than that, but in response to my post about Boulevard...

Sunnydale General has turned into the place to be if you've had a brain bleed. No matter the type--subdural, epidural (what killed Natas...

After coming later.

I promise to post pictures. Sometime after this weekend, when I'm done working three days in a row.  Right now, though, I'm going to...

I may have mentioned in the past that I have curly hair.  For years, I thought my hair was just wavy, not curly. Then, after living for a sh...

It's that time again, kiddies! Sit yourselves down and get ready for a wild ride through medical terminology. Today we'll be coverin...

I have both Lyle Lovett and Boulevard's Double-Wide IPA floating around in my head tonight. Boulevard Double-Wide IPA: (stealth product ...

...and reviews a beer. A really mediocre beer. A sex-in-a-canoe beer. In a word, Dundee: Avoid. *** *** *** *** *** So I went to the eye doc...

Allergies are common. Everybody's allergic to something, be it pollen, the resins used to keep no-iron cloth no-iron, narcotics, cedar, ...

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So I'm baking stromboli when the smoke alarm goes off.  I went into the kitchen to find clouds of smoke where some cheese had dripped on...

1. If you ever see me fall over onto the floor, unconscious and obviously the victim of some enormous bleed in my brain, step over me. If yo...

A quick rundown of the contents of my purse, before I go to bed. For entertainment purposes only; please do not attempt this at home. 1. My ...

Chef-Boy-O and I went out this afternoon for lunch. I'd spent an hour with Atilla and then an hour mowing the lawn (*love* the Neuton mo...

If only all I needed to stop mouth-breathing was a Perfect Breather, I would have much better days at work. If you treat nurses as though th...