Fast and furious.

I'm the only nurse in APS today and the patients have been coming fast and furious. Of note, I've got a doctor (old, somewhat psychotic fellow) and a lawyer (angry, sarcastic and somewhat disgruntled) as patients.

The doc's here because he went into the FBI building seeking a job - he told them he was stabilized on his medication - and they were like, "Yeah, ok. We're gonna send you to the E.R.".

And the lawyer showed up for a depression study, began to wax poetic about how badly he elt and ouala - here he is.

Both of them are decent enough folk and I've worked with the old doc before.

Plus, I've got a gay, HIV + meth user, a kid from New Hampshire and a psychotic man who thinks the world is literally out to get him. Well rounded APS.

Almost there

So, yesterday I was out for a walk with my family and we wandered through a condo area. At one point, I noticed several young females entering a condo for what looked like a party about to go down - and for the first time, I wondered about my age. I didn't have the curiosity or the nostalgia related to the thought of "starting out" in an apartment or the idea of jumping right into the party scene inside that condo. Or maybe it's an apartment. I don't know.

It hit me as I walked away and the door closed, that yes indeed I am strting to get old. Always in the past my mind would enjoy the memory of just starting out, a new place, a new apartment, new opportunities and the freedom of just moving out to start my own life. And on top of that, the awesomeness of having people in for some celebration any time I wanted. Youth, booze and fun.

And I'm just about 40. Heh.

Imagine that?