Let's see...a Wednesday to Friday recap...
After being yelled at by a patient, which ended up being the LAST STRAW in regards to my sanity, I lost my mind for a short bit. Nothing like the embarrassment of having a pseudo-panic attack (or was it quasi-panic attack???) to make you thankful for the times when you are sane. I emailed Chris to tell him that I was dying (someone had to let everyone know what finally took me down, right?) and he responded with, "What on earth is wrong with you??"
What on earth is wrong with me? What on earth is wrong with me?!?!?! I'm DYING, my friend! Like DIE-ING...DEAD...FINITO...
Needless to say, three hours later I realized that maybe the outburst didn't solve anything. Yes, I still felt like I had a ton of bricks sitting on my chest, but at least the tears had stopped and I was laughing about it with Jackie. Ahhhhhhhhhh....good times.
After work, I had sushi with Thomas at eeZ in Birkdale. Nothing like raw fish to perk a gal up! We ended up going to Corkscrew post-dinner to chat it up for awhile and he took me home around 10. All in all, it was great way to end a pretty bad day.
Just know that I'm adding Thursday in this "List o' Sarah's Week" because Thursday is what happens between Wednesday and Friday. The day felt like it lasted forever and just as I was getting ready to walk out the door at 5pm, a patient had an allergic reaction and I was there quite a bit longer. Bummer. Well, mainly a bummer for the poor girl who had her eyes swelling shut, but a bummer for me as well. Because who really wants to add a couple hours to the end of their day at the last minute? Not me.
YAY! Friday! With the Fisicaros unable to come over to have the regular Friday Night Dinner, we (C, J, the Steeles, and I) decided to go to Nakato for some Japanese deliciousness. Yes, I did just have sushi on Wednesday, but you know what? I don't care. I have a pancake on a stick every morning for breakfast...what do I care if I have sushi twice in one week?
After dinner we went back to Chris', where the crew proceeded to....wait for it...it's really good....wait for it...teach me POKER (it's funny that I'm picturing my mom gasping right now). Okay...true I was the second person out, but we weren't playing for real money, so it doesn't really matter. I also learned a major life lesson...C's personality completely changes when poker is being played. Oh, well...I guess everyone has their "thing"...
SCOTT STEELE WON. (He told me to add that in and spell his name right...which I find funny, because I don't believe I've ever spelled his name wrong...hmmm...)
As for the rest of this weekend, I've got Kelly's hockey party tonight and the regular Sunday morning breakfast with C & J. I'm sure if something halfway interesting (or not interesting at all) happens, I'll keep you updated. No worries.