Motovation......please find me.

OK, so this morning I am waiting on my coffee to brew......I am so tired (another random insomnia night) after 5mg of Melatonin and 50mg of Benadryl slumber took me, yet needed to keep me 6-7 more hours this morning.
I am dreading going to visit a new patient today. Normally that is not the case, but you see this guy has an address, and something tells me its not a "Dwelling" bus, box, van, outside tent is what I really am visioning. Oh and its in one of the famous "Wards" here in this big city. Oy Vey! (and I'm not Jewish).
Anyway for my own protection I will wear my "Uniform" for especially bad areas. Red Cross shirt, and black leggings showing my tattoos, and my 8 hole Doc Martins.
Melatonin really delivers a punch in the form of wicked dreams. I awake almost exhausted from them. I have been battling aliens and Charlie Sheen with knitting needles while riding a dragon (really a unicorn) naked with toast strapped to my legs like gladiator bling.
Today is Thursday, my favorite day of the week. No reason just is.
My voicemail light is on my work line (terror fills me, that means I have to listen. Maybe a complaint....need...want..."why don't I have my power chair that will drive me to get a hamburger"....(really happened).I am whining, and this is what I do when I am tired like any child. Cranky and sour.
I am wondering what the theme will be today. You see every day that I go out into the field, a theme appears. For example - drive through fried chicken and adult video shops count 6 within a 1/4 mile. Or themes that involve me. You see I pride myself with being "different" dancing to my own drum, non conforming with a rare eclectic taste in music right...? Yet I will be driving and singing Lady Gaga Poker Face, knowing every lyric. Or Rhianna's Umbrella ella ella. Those are themes. Right now "Why do you build me up-buttercup baby just to break me down" is repeating itself in my head. Theme.
There are real reasons to write first thing in the morning, look at the ground I have covered.....ridiculous. Its like a never ending rant of thoughts. Can you imagine my Oscar speech?! Way past time, the music would be playing, I would go of on a tangent and embarrasses myself and all I would be thanking.

Here is a image that made me laugh this morning. Add some red hair and yep. So nobody can ever say I stereotype or don't know how minorities feel. Oh yeah baby I do. I live it myself, not only being a redhead (which is a endangered species of hair I hear) but white suburban chick smelling of Aveda hair products and Dolce & Gabbana in the... yes - Ghetto.

People, friends, stalkers......enjoy your Thursday.

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