Some Dance to Forget

A few eclectic thoughts.

Candace, another nurse I work with, and me were discussing my theory about big trucks. I don't mean a large pickup - I me these ridiculous, pumped up, I- can't- step- into monster trucks that guys drive. Whenever I see one I think - well, compensation - in other "areas" of life. Basically the bigger the truck, the smaller the pee pee. I just don't think they should advertise like that.

And we both came to the conclusion that we like the guy with the Smart Car.

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Hotel California. Great song. I was always warned about this song. Was taught by some David Koresh/Jim Jones wanna-be that it was a song about the Satanic church. They somehow had an explanation behind every line that was Satanic. And it never made any sense. I have been told another meaning behind the song. Its about addiction and rehab. Listen to it. It totally makes sense.
"You can check out anytime you want.........................."
"Some dance to remember.........................."
I have always been strangely hauntingly drawn to the song.
Great song.

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Theres nothing like the feeling of cleaning up your patient, your little confused helpless patient in restraints who has blood all over herself from fighting with the restraints for hours, cleaning her up, new gown, new sheets, up to the potty, back in bed, new sheet and blanket - at the end of a long horrendous 12 hour shift - when you were already behind and knew you were going to leave late, and this was just going to make you later - taking the time and cleaning her up anyhow and making her look nice in her bed even though she wouldn't even know to thank you or what was going on and it could have been overlooked ..................

And at shift change you see her little old husband of 62 years visiting her, and getting to see her respectable.

Priceless.