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I think I have officially broken my brain. I have been working non-stop since returning from Vegas and I can't remember who I am.

I was driving home this morning and could not remember what day of the week it was. I thought it was Tuesday, but my watch said Wednesday. Then I started to freak out because I thought I had only posted one post since the weekend. It was not that I was upset about not posting, but I was concerned that I did not remember where the day went.
I guess when you spend every night taking care of the same vegetative patients, every fecal covered ass starts to look alike. I used to be able to see the beauty in each and every poopy ass, but now the magic is gone.

In my Birthday post I mentioned having fun with our Schizophrenic patient. Well, we do actually have one, and it turns out her Birthday is the same as mine. Her nurse wanted to give her a piece of my Birthday cake (a beautiful Barbie cake, I got to lick the icing off the nipples.), but her husband said, rather vehemently, "She can NOT have a piece of cake. That will make her placenta fall out." When I heard that I was afraid to eat my piece. After the husband left the nurse gave her a piece anyway. I don't know about her, but my placenta never fell out, so I think that husband is full of shit.

There is no love like crazy love.