I woke up Saturday morning with a return of shingles. I had them two weeks ago and chased them away with an antiviral med. I guess a little too much stress brought them back, once the meds were done keeping them at bay. So I went to work, because contrary to popular belief, shingles are not contagious unless you have the nasty skin and its all open and disgusting and stuff. None the less, I decided to call my clients and let them make up their own minds about whether they wanted to be exposed or not.
I ended up doing paperwork and sadly after six hours of that… I’m closer, but not even close to caught up. There is an excess of bureaucratic paperwork in psychiatry. It’s no wonder it’s full of a bunch of wounded healers, the paperwork has driven us all over the edge. I’m glad I did make a huge dent in it though and as Clark would say there is a hypograt in there of I wouldn’t have had time to do that without the viral issue.
other grats? Yeah sure there are always a few. Here is the old standby ….
Slippery staircase banisters:
THE CUE IS UP FOR SIX SENTENCE STORIES! It was very cool last Thursday even if the stupid badge won’t work on WordPress.
Richard has been taking lots of photos… I want to get them posted on his blog . There’s some really cool baby eagle shots! He gave me this one. I hung it in my office. I have a bird thing and I love cormorants. They have huge feet… I am also fond of the blue footed boobie…
Okay, some of that is the name, but what cool feet…