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Today was a day for hot people at work... really pissed people. People who work there, including me.

We had a full schedule... no time at all for training. And we were short people, additionally... barely able to get all that we needed to get done done.

Yeah, I mangle sentences when I'm pissed.

And I'm pissed, like I said. We want to be the best that we can be, for our patients. And it seems that the management just wants to get the work done, keep the money coming in, dammit.

And that's all that I will say about that.

I went up to the cancer center to get Karen's prescription for her main med, Methodone. The doc wrote it for 30 tabs... two weeks worth. They gave me 14 tabs, the bastards.

Of course, it's free, through Hospice, but it's still a fucking hassle. I would rather just pay for it, it's really cheap stuff.

And wonderful stuff, too, which is why it's a restricted drug. It keeps Karen feeling well, even though she's now on 5 LPM of O₂. Without the oxygen, she couldn't survive, and without the methodone, she would be so uncomfortable that she wouldn't want to....

She and I had a really nice, long talk tonight. She'd had a shower, and wanted me to put some lotion that Sweet Sarah ahd given her on her legs and feet, and that was just a nice, quiet time together. I reminded her of how she used to rub my legs every night, and that this was just payback, and that paybacks aren't always hell.

Unfortunately, putting lotion on her legs showed me how much muscle mass that she has lost, dammit. I'm really surprised at the fact that she can walk at all.

Fuck cancer. Just fuck it.