I would've liked a mundane, peaceful life at work - something quite the opposite of what's been going on recently. A lot of chaos, a lot of drama (sort of), a lot of things that in the process of fixing became somewhat "un-fixed". If you want an analogy, it's like being stuck in quicksand - the more you struggle, the deeper you get. About two months and things are just taking a turn for the worse. Aint that nice.

Anyway, life was COMPARATIVELY peaceful today - comparatively. Well, except for that 30-second encounter with a certain patient today. Somehow it doesn't quite pay to take the initiative to provide "quality service". While taking in a script, I ask the patient if he's had it before. He says he's had one of them before, but one of them is new. And when I ask if he'd like some additional information, he says that he doesn't need any, mainly because his doctor has told him everything he needs to know. Then he goes on to elaborate that he knows when to take it, how much blah blah blah.....and then, in his frenzy/overenthusiasm/craze/whatever-you-wanna-call-it, he suddenly says, "I need it for xxxxxxxx. It's really bad. SEE?" and he goes and pulls up his shirt, revealing his xxxxxxxxx. It's not such a big deal, I guess, but I had to keep myself from flinching back and going, "WTF, man"

This probably isn't going to be the last time, no doubt about it. Simply because some idiots can't figure out that some people aren't interested in knowing every single thing about them - especially gross bits. You pay your doctor for that, dingbat.

Anyway, I digress. If a day would ever come whereby some patient waltzes in with a new script for some rectal preparation, I'll probably have to mind my own business. Just in case he decides to pull down his pants to show me his ass. Just in case.