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MRSA So today, we had a patient come into the office that wouldn't shake anyone's hand...didn't want to touch the clipboard the initial paperwork was on...saying that he was ill. After some discussion, he told Jess and the new assistant that he had MRSA. After he'd left, I looked it up on WebMD (it took awhile to find cause we thought it was Marissa or something like that), and when I read what it was, we got a little freaked out. Basically, it's a staph infection that can be passed by touching someone or something that someone has touched. There are just a few antibiotics that will kill it. If you have something that can be passed to others if they touch something you've touched..or if they touch you...why the hell are you going out with people?? He should have stayed home until it was gone. He told Dr Ass that he got it from his prostitute girlfriend. Lovely. When he was gone, we sprayed the chair he sat in with Lysol. Rubbed the clipboard and our hands with Purell. Gross. Received an email from Val this weekend. She wants me to help with another baby shower. And of course, she wants me to help with my absolute favorite thing of all time--the stupid shower games. Why is it that must be my contribution??? Everyone knows how much I despise shower games. Give me something else...I'd be happy to do that. But please, don't make me do any more shower games. I didn't reply this weekend. I bitched about it with my mom...tried to bitch about it with Artboy, who basically just told me to get over myself. And I told him I was entitled to bitch about it. That we both knew that I'd do the stupid games. But that I needed to be able to complain about it for awhile. I then talked about the sex and the city episode where Carrie talks about throwing herself a I'm not having a baby shower. I think I need to throw one of those for myself. She emailed again tonight, asking again. I told her that I was out of new shower games but that I could repeat. That I had thrown away the bingo game she asked about when I moved. *sigh* Why is it that I never hear from anyone until they need me to do something? I haven't heard from Val in I don't know how long. And there is very little communication between Donna and I. She came to stamping class this weekend, but didn't drive up with us, so we didn't get to talk. *sigh* Where did everyone go? If I'm such a great person, why do I feel so lonely? And why do I resent so much the fact that I have to do this stupid shower? When Val volunteered, saying, "I want to throw the shower for you" I thought, "Yay! I don't have to do this." That was months ago. Will anyone be there to return the favor for me if I ever get married? |