Some weeks are bad and some are really bad. Then there's this week. If I had to rate it on a scale of pain (one being an ache and ten being amputation and disembowelment by psycho killer) I'd have to rate it a 6.5. Seriously... losing a limb by Michael Myers isn't that far behind what this week has done. I've had patients from hell, incarcerated patients whose cases needed to be hand carried (with no less than 15 calls a day) and coworkers who found any and every opportunity to weasel out of their responsibilities with a simple 'I didn't know'.
Last night I even had a guy in a moving truck stalking me... for about eight miles. Everywhere I went he veered into my lane to follow. At first I thought he was just not paying attention. Then just an asshole. By the time I pulled into the grocery store parking lot I realized that he was following me. I parked and called Jake to let him know and the guy circled the huge lot... twice. There were plenty of spaces to park too. Then he seemed to disappear, but not before I called Jake again to tell him to hurry up. As we pulled out of the lot I spotted him, sitting in the van across the street, blocking traffic. He pulled out to follow but got stuck at the light. Thank goodness for slow people. Finally there was a death of a coworker's mother. I had to sit there while my boss tried to marginalize the issue. "Well, she knew it was coming". As if losing a parent to cancer VS a car accident is any less painful. Now I'm sitting here and begging for five o'clock to come so I can fly out of here and just vegetate with Cat and Mark while praying that this weekend takes forever to end.
