Only the good die young.. Was Billy Joel right? I'm not sure... I've been to my fair share of funerals, those of which were friends my age... But that's way to morbid for this blog. I think the point is why do bad things happen to good people.... Or really what I want to know why don't bad things happen to not so good people? Hehe am I horrible? Think back to your exes.. You broke up them for a reason. But why do they always seem to be in the back of your mind?
Today was a rough day at work. I should not have worn heels. I had 48 pts scheduled and most people showed up. I had quite a few whoa is me pts. They seriously tic me off. The are almost always 50+ women who come in groaning and continue to the entire exam like they have a knife in their leg and no one will take it out. And when you check them out there is nothing wrong with them. If anything they have a little dry eye... Get over it and use some warm compresses and artificial tears....
Then the happy go lucky kid come in, only 8 years old. Seems super nice but keep kicking me under the chair. His actions are a little spasmodic so I asked the mom a few questions. It turns out he has generalized dystonia - so his muscles involuntarily move in awkward actions. At one point his head got stuck to the side. His speach was slurred and often had a bit of a stutter. At the end of this exam his mom was trying to get him out the door and he waas pulling back and what he was trying to say was hug. He reached out and gave me a bear hug. Why does someone like that have to have a horrible neurodegenerative disease?
So in Facebook stalking tonight after work, I looked at an old friend pictures and happened across a picture of an ex with the same girl. She has lasted the year where I did not. He wasn't a bad guy, and I liked him a lot . But he didn't like me, and the way he treated me was not very nice.. Yet I seem to keep forgetting that when thinking of and missing him. I guess this isn't a good comparison, because I wouldn't want him to be unhappy... But why couldn't he be single and miserable for a change.. I'm a little tired of taking that role
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