Try and top this day. This Random day....

This morning started off bad, as Walter had taken all of my cash. I always carry cash when I am out in the Ghetto in the event I get robbed. So now I have to go get money. Grrr. I stop at the gas station as Bruce is out of gas. Have you ever pulled the gas nozzle out before you are done? Well don't. Its very messy. Not to mention embarrassing.

OK on from there. I get on the freeway and head toward the ghetto.......then out of nowhere a gunshot! Bang - I am talking loud!!!! I for a minute I actually think I have been shot! I was not, my car was however capped. Why? Who the hell knows. I was just grateful that I was not injured. Or a tire blown out on the freeway. So I continue to the my patients house.

What a mess.....the patient is slipping into sleep as I am talking to her....why? She is on some heavy duty meds and so are the people in the house. Have not seen that much twitching and watching out the window then on Intervention. A familiar smell also. I smelled after the meth lab across the street from my house blew up there was a distinct odor in the air. It was here too. My patient is on hospice and I swear she is going to die right there on my watch. I am writing down all of her medications. Thinking to myself WTF has happened to this day? I have spilled gas on me, was shot at, and now am in what I feel safe to say is a crack house with a meth lab......

Off again to see another patient....when doing nothing but driving here comes the PO PO. I am being pulled over....REALLY?!! Why? Oh well it seems I was suspiciously driving in the neighborhood I was in. I might have been buying DRUGS!!!! I get out of the car, so they can take a quick look in my vehicle. Seriously? I am not a drug addict nor am I buying..... Fucking asshole. I explained I was a RN, I have my name badges on, my briefcase, my CPR kit, Emergency bag, all of my stuff that shows what I do....I was apologized to, and told to be safe. I was not in a great area. No shit Sherlock....what gave you that idea? Hmm the "working girls on the street?" The obvious drug deals in front of you? or the fact I was shot at earlier.....I swear. I appreciate it, but I got Howled yes Howled at by several black guys as I was released to go.

To my last patient, walk around the very nice kept grounds searching for her apartment. Hoping its not one of the ones missing windows....Oh wait----she isn't home. Why? She went to jail this morning. That ends my day. I am not going to the county jail to do an assessment. Not happening.

So I end my day driving through Chick Fil A to get a sandwich, I was starving. Get to the window, pay and take off thinking Eat More Chickin really has a good thing going for them. I look in my bag a quarter mile down the road......No sandwich.---- Nuggets, and mayo.

Karma is a real bitch.

I must of done someone wrong. It got me back today. Thing is, I have done so many things that I don't know what or when it was. (That made me giggle). Along with the smell of gasoline that is soaked into my pores!