One day

When I retire, I may have to write a book entitled, "The Poop Chronicles". Some days are so FOS, as the radiologists say.

Recently, WildDog, who is getting pretty old, now only relieves himself on our front porch (next to the bushes) or in the driveway. He's gotten pretty adept at surrounding the RehabRN family truckster with feces. Most of the time, Dahey cleans up after him quickly. 

Not so much this weekend. Dog poop turned into smashed dog poop in the driveway. Now, we have to get out the scraper or maybe even the dreaded hose.

And while most of you may go to boring old staff meetings where certain members of the "interdisciplinary team" only show up if there is food available and a show, we are different. The game of choice for our team: complain about the nursing staff BEFORE the manager gets to the meeting. Don't wait, don't give a recap, leave the recap to the office manager to do that.

I wonder what those industrial psychologists would say about our "team dynamics".  Poopy, was my first thought, and it wasn't because incontinence in therapy was mentioned, either.

Lots of fertile ideas, and they aren't all poopy.

That is all. Enjoy your day!