Mom and Dad left for Europe today, which means I get to be in charge...to some degree. Things should be interesting. I'll tell you if anything really exciting happens.
Oh, and a little update about the patient who lost his dirty magazines....I think he's still pretty ticked off about it. Today, I came in to get his lunch tray and he said more swear words in those 14 seconds than he did normal, everyday words. It was kind of funny, b/c the minute I came in, he acted as though I had stolen something from him. I smiled. He growled. And after the sixth f-word uttered, I decided to forget trying to explain to him that I didn't know what he was talking about, and I nodded and darted for the door. I avoided the room from then on, even though after my encounter I ended up going in there to clean up a mess he left for me on the floor. I swear he knew I would've had to clean it up. Oh well. Good night.