Stupid people and their healthcare choices

I never realized how foolish people generally are with regard to their health care. It's fucking ridiculous! I've been a nurse for 8 years. Spent about 5 years doing med/surg and yes, you get your brunt of the stupids. Been doing ICU for 3.5 years and same story. But since transferring to ER two months ago, I've encountered such asswipes that I'm in near-constant amazement.

People who have major illnesses just can't seem to remember what their disease is called. People two take two dozen different meds don't have a list either in their wallet or at home. Folks will come in complaining about a fever but they haven't taken any tylenol or motrin to resolve the problem.

It's so damn frustrating. Short blog but I have extended frustration. Sleep is the answer.

FB vs FWB

Some people have questioned whether or not there is a difference between fuck buddies and friends with benefits. Hell yes, there is a difference. I've talked about it recently with a few of my friends.

So with a fuck buddy, you do just that: fuck. Pure and simple. You enter into whatever abode, room, dwelling where the dirty, sweaty, fantastic deed will occur. Pleasantries are exchanged, clothing is thrown aside and the caresses begin. Once the fucking is done, more pleasantries are exchanged, perhaps even arranging the next meet 'n screw. Each person knows the other's name, basic interests (usually limited to sexual in nature) and a few other tidbits.

FWBs have fuck buddy qualities surely but it's so much more a thing than that of the FB. The very name! Friend. Someone who enjoy hanging out with, who knows you and you know them. A person you're attracted to and want to get pelvic with but you can also catch a movie together, discuss a good book, hang out at a party without feeling compelled to go at it like bunnies every few minutes. Ok, you may indeed feel compelled for wild hot lovin' all the time but you have more in common than coitus. And hopefully if the physical part draws to an end for whatever reason, the friendship will remain and stand alone.

Depending on what you're in the mood for or in search of, sometimes a FB is preferable to a FWB. So there's my spiel.

Change -- and no, not nickles, dimes or pennies

2009 has been full of such odds things.

Divorce being final.
Demise and birth of close friendships.
Found the best roommate I could ever hope for...but he's never ever around.
Mom was hospitalized.
I've shot the shit and drank some booze with my pops.
Had 10 gauge barbells pierced through each nip.
Traveled here, there and everywhere it seems. OD'd on travel actually.
Have been on an O.P.I. binge -- I'm Not Really a Waitress and Black Cherry Chutney are the best.
Learned that I do like tomatoes...sometimes...and usually on a sandwich.
Reconnected with an old friend when I seriously doubted it would ever happen.
Disowned a sibling.
Transferred to a position in the ER.

I thrive on change, or perhaps, newness. Or at least I tell myself that I do. As soon as I feel like I'm sinking into that all-too-familiar rut, I have to fuck something up so I'm out and rolling. Dying my hair pink (initially done 12.20.08) was one of those shake up moves. A lot of my change coincides with hair decisions. In January 2005, I had my head shaved. In the fucking winter. Right before I left on holiday for Italy. It snowed in Venice while I was there, on my birthday. Hadn't snowed in 10 years but it did that day for me, for baldy Rachel. Three and a half weeks ago, Heather added blue-black to my Special Effects Atomic Pink. What change did that herald, I wonder. Thank god for hindsight else I may never know why I do some of the things I do.