A reply...

Admittedly, my job is a little on the crazy side and I have discovered that it is therapeutic for me to write about it. Otherwise I think I'd explode, have a breakdown, or be depressed about all that I see. When I was in nursing school, I would listen with fascinated horror to my friend's stories. I remember thinking to myself, how would I handle this or that situation? I never came to a decent conclusion back then. But here and now, THIS is it, THIS is what I can do. I have to g-rate all my stories at home when I tell Ryan, or run the risk of watching his face pull into a disgusted grimace. My best buddy LT is far away and now on a night shift schedule, so I don't get to talk to her much either. So fair readers, you get my thoughts in all its gory details.

Just because my job is so wretched, doesn't mean I think hearing about everyone else's day is boring or insignificant. MIL's visiting, court hearings, stupid bosses, what the kids ate at preschool... Hearing about these, are the things that bring me back to a sense of normalcy.