Much like yesterday, today was another marathon of old people and their long lists of concerns. I'm not unsympathetic to the geris, really, I understand that aging is not always the most comfortable process and I want to help them feel better. The problem is that when Dr. Fabulous (my current doctor) and I show up at the nursing home, there are dozens (really, at least thirty of them were there) of patients waiting to see us. They come to the clinic at 9 am knowing that the doctor will be there all day and then complain when they had to wait for four hours to see the doctor. Dr. Fab does a really good job of listening to the patients and spending time discussing their issues with them - this is the reason all of his patients like him so much. So why do they get so angry and seemed so surprised when they have to wait for the doctor to see everyone else?? Seriously. Yesterday, two of the women (one of them was highlighter pink lady) were actually calling each other names (ie "You stinker") in the waiting room while they were disputing who had been waiting longer and whether or not it was fair to send one's private duty nurse down to sign up for the waiting list for the doctor. It really is like fighting over your place in the cafeteria line in elementary school, except for now they are armed with canes! I'm really afraid that it will come to blows one day and someone will break a hip. Oh well, at least the doctor will be close by.
Today ended up on a very happy note, though, when our last patient announced that she is about to go on a cruise with her... fiance. Now, many of my peers have fiances and I think it's lovely for an engaged couple to travel together. It was somewhat startling, however, when our 81 year old patient announced that she would be going on a cruise with her 91 year old fiance before returning to Florida where they would be married. Oh, and they're moving in together - in the nursing home. Apparently you can save a lot of money on a double! I hope they are very happy together and that neither of them break a hip either ;)
My day ended with another drug rep dinner - Italian again. It was pretty uneventful until dessert when Dr. Fab insisted that I order the tiramisu, since I "won't be able to eat anything for a few weeks" after my surgery. Thanks, Fab, since I wasn't nervous enough already! It does make a handy excuse for ordering my most favoritest dessert, though.
I got home just in time for Project Runway. I can't even believe they brought Vincent and Angela back, at least their returns were short-lived. Michael's design was, as usual, perfect. I really like that Laura branched out in her design, it makes me question my final three pick of Michael, Jeffrey, and Uli. Jeffrey's design was particularly heinous, but I agree that it was time for Kayne to go. I really can't wait for next week, although if Laura's pregnancy keeps advancing as quickly as it appears on tv, she'll be in labor by then.
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I really like Uli but I have to admit, that her stuff is all the same. Then again, so is Preggers stuff. The question is whether they can handle making an entire line that has one toe in the edgy pool. Preggers couldn't handle a couture dress and Uli only makes dresses that can be wadded up and thrown in a bag. Hence it is a tough call. If Michael doesn't win the whole shebang, I'll be completely upset. Last season I loved whatshisface, but he didn't win either. But he's in all the commercials now with his Saturn drawing sketches in the park. You should come visit and then we can just drop you off at Joe's aunt's place. She will cook free italian for you every meal and then some. And then pack your suitcase full of food when you aren't looking. She's the best.
In fact, she is what I hope I can be when I'm old. She's 83 and has a busier schedule than me (which actually doesn't say much but you know what I'm trying to say.) She tells us that when she figures its time to go, she'll call her grandkids up (who are our age) and have them take her out to the bars till they close and she falls off her barstool after doing too many shots and too much dancing. And then she will just die on the floor there. You would love her. She's not a partier contrary to what it sounds like in the story, though. So when are you coming to visit?
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