Blah

Today I'm feeling blah. Anyone else have days like this? There is no other way to describe it other than blah. I can tell that besides not feeling the greatest, it's getting close to that time of the month because me & everything else is just blah (besides the fact that everything makes me irritable... my poor husband). I look at some of my friends like my gorgeous & hilarious friend Chloe and think... why can't I be her? Why can't I be more like her or like her?? WHY?! Then Brock says to me... Why can't you just be happy with who you are? Because I'm a girl & that's what we do. :)

Yesterday was another adventurous day at work. We had an Alzheimer's patient who was quite entertaining. If it wasn't against the law, I would have recorded him so you could get a taste of what I was able to experience. He was so cute (probably because he was nice and not yelling at the world I was trying to kill him). He was laying in his bed and all of the sudden he starts to squawk. That's the best way I can describe it other than it kinda sounded like a monkey. I think he heard us laughing at the nurse's station because he kept doing it. Then in a high pitched girly voice he says, "Nurse, help me nurse!" I just thought it was so funny. I ended up going into his room at one point and he looked at me & said, "I love you." So I said, "I love you too, darling." His eyes got SO big and he said, "You do?! How much?" I held up my arms really wide and said, "This much." He then says, "Wow, that's a lot. Come here and give me a kiss." I said, "How bout I blow you a kiss?" I blew him a kiss and he said, "More." So I blew another one. "More," he says. I blow another one. "More," he says again. I finally said, "Ok, knock it off!" He just laughed and started squawking again. I used to think it wouldn't be so bad having Alzheimer's because you're in your own little world. Now, after seeing patient's with it I don't want it ever. Most of the time Alzheimer's patients are scared to death because they don't know who they are or where they are at. Some co-workers & I were talking about when we get older and what we think we will be like if we become confused. It was decided one would be a bed wetter, the other would be a poo flinger, and the another would be a dirty old man. I thought it was funny. Twisted... but funny.

Update on Brock.... he gets his stitches out this Tuesday (yay!) and we start physical therapy right away. He gets better & better everyday. I'm still doing a lot of things for him but he can feed himself and actually pee by himself depending on what he's wearing. My baby is growing up so fast!! Haha just kidding. Anyways, that's it for now. Hope everyone else has a non-blah day!!!