Today was another rough one here in gay-ville... I came into work super nauseas and then proceeded to virtually fall-asleep at my desk throughout the morning, all while trying to sound peppy & upbeat about my patients' multiple problems. Tricky, very tricky.

The afternoon picked up though w/ miso soup and dumplings... yummmy. I love living in New York, where there are always multi-ethnic cures for whatever ails you. Also, I got a perscription for my never-ending sinus infection, which is always a good thing. Better living through chemistry, that's what I say.

Also, I'm newly obsessed with blogging - thanks Colie! And I found my picture of Super Nurse. See, today could have been worse... much worse.

The Daily Run Down:
Cups of coffee: 0 - too sick this morning!
Truly insane patients: surprisingly not that many, it being a Thursday and all
Number of times I reassured myself I was in the right profession: many... most of them when I wanted to die of stomach-flu-nastiness while still at work
Contact with biohazardous material? Yes, but it was my own
Number of times I purelled my hands: not enough - lost the purell!
Number of times I dazed out and dreamt about my wedding: 1
Favorite patient: A guy called in said that he thinks that he has a hernia... so fine, he has a hernia. I go through the whole hernia thing and all he asks is: "So, this means I can't go to the gym?!". Aaah, the gays.

Super Nurse

This is super nurse. She's my hero. I aspire to her sexy, curly-hairedness and her red high heels every day... Even though I will never have curly hair and I do have red high heels, but they hurt my feet. You can see what I admire super nurse.

The day after the biggest party of the year

Today is the ultimate "day-after", especially in the kingdom of gay-dom, where all of the boys are pretty and the girls are fierce. Today was absolute insanity at the clinic: in case you didn't know, I work at a crazy health-care clinic in New York City where everyone is gay. Yes, gay... and it's not always as fun as it sounds.

Anyway, back to the craziness... Question of the day: How many people had unprotected sex on New Years Eve?? Cause they all showed up to see me today and they all had some nasty-ass something-or-other. Whoo... thank bejesus that I'm off the market and I don't need to mess with that shite anymore.

So, after about a thousand phone calls and ten gajillion patients in my office, I decided to start blogging about my crazy adventures in the land of health care in the insanity that we call New York City. Also, cause the gays are funny.

Daily Run Down:

Cups of coffee: 1 - suprisingly enough, that was enough. Pure adrenaline got me through the rest of it.
Truly insane patients: a gajillion and one, thankfully most of them were on the phone and not foaming at the mouth in my office
Number of times I reassured myself that I'm in the right profession: at least 100
Contact with biohazardous material? Yes, but only once
Number of times I purelled my hands: at least 100
Number of times I dazed out and dreamt about my wedding: 0 - too busy!

Favorite patient moment: A truly adorable, law-school, gay boy walked in and wanted to know if he could get HIV from putting his hand (his hand!) in someone else's semen. The poor thing didn't even get laid on New Year's Eve and he still is scared that he has HIV! Ahhh, the gays...