Pills, possibilities and picadillos

Ah, what a week it's been. Starting off with Pi Day on Monday, I feel as if I've been sprinting everywhere. Spouting might have been correct, though. After I had my lunch and ordered a new computer (which was absolutely crazy--for both the discount and the credit card hold), I showed my friend K. the new office, since she's rarely over anymore. I look up, and there it is: a huge leak on one of the ceiling tiles.

Since my office is in an older part of the Hotel, leaks are not that uncommon. After three days, moving from this room to that room, they finally finished the search for the leak. They found it in one of the radiator lines upstairs. I was ecstatic that the leak was repaired and I didn't have to wonder if the tile would come crashing down while a person was visiting me.

The CDC also published guidelines this week about opioid prescriptions. Our folks in the SU hope it works. They had another unruly customer in the building who required a two person assist, I mean escort out of the building by security. On top of that, we have a very troublesome patient, who's behavior is escalating. It's making things difficult for the staff.

For picadillos, Google says I must remind all of my European visitors that we use cookies here on Blogger. I don't use the data, so I hope you don't mind.

Despite all the mess, today is St. Patrick's Day. I celebrated by wearing my green and eating corned beef and cabbage at the lunch one organization had for the staff  and patients at the Hotel. I remember that without those Irish ancestors (or some like these) I probably wouldn't be here today.

More to come...