Saw Madagascar today with Melissa and Elise. It was superbly disappointing. Even the somewhat entertaining aspects aren't really worth mentioning in the grand scheme.

Honestly, the movie jumped the shark during the previews. Open Season??? A movie about hordes of squirrels "taking back the forest"??? I almost passed out. I'm still... twitching...

BTW, I started to watch the 700 Club tonight...

You know what? Forget it. Just.... GAH!

I need to stop doing that.

I was thoroughly beat up by, not one, but two cats last night. We're talking freakishly insane "i can't even see you or know what you're doing to me but i want to rip your throat out and eat your larynx" kinda cats. In addition, it was blazing hot in CCU last night and everyone was busy so needless to say, by the time I had my encounter with the second cat... I was on edge. I momentarily lost my cool and was heard throughout the entire unit *bellowing* and cursing this cats mother while wrestling it to the table with the sheer force of my body weight while the cat proceeded to scream the house down.

I apologized afterward but I think I freaked everyone out a bit. Hey, I'm not perfect, people.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately... I'm not sure why.

Work is going well. It's stressful but exciting. I just can't wait until it gets to be a little more second-nature. Every night I punch out and I'm mentally exhausted. My brain has ceased to function beyond medication protocols and treatment schedules.

I spent almost all night tonight with a very sick Jack Russell puppy being quarantined in CCU because she has parvovirus. She's a miserable little thing with almost constant diarrhea, she's hypoglycemic and feverish... yadda, yadda. Because she's highly contagious to other dogs, I had to wear gloves and gown everytime I treated her and to limit cross-contamination, I was the ONLY one treating her. Even though I had a few other patients to take care of in ICW, this poor little dog literally dominated my thoughts the entire night, everything happened around her schedule and it didn't help that I also just felt terrible for her because she looked so freakin miserable. Even now I can't stop thinking about this damn dog. Obviously.

But then an interesting thing happened. We got to the end of the night and I was the only person that knew anything about this dog, at least in terms of what had happened that shift. The doctor looked at *me* and asked how the dog was doing. The overnight nurse asked *me* to tell her about the dog's treatments and progress. And I actually had reasonably intelligent answers for them once I got over my initial shock. I have to admit, it felt really good to have been given this kind of responsibility and to have people put stock in my opinion regarding a critical patient.

Although now I wish I could stop thinking about it and get some sleep... maybe watching Stargate will help... :)