Socks at Target: they weren't really socks, more like little meshy socklike thingies, labelled quite clearly: "Foot accessories." I was terrified.
Acquired nine new pairs of socks and six of underwear, Why do they call it underwear? This was ultimately to prevent me from having to do laundry vis-a-vis the socks, and because I'm tired of my underwear rolling down my butt when I walk around, due to it being either a size too big or stretched out or something.
Today my patient with nausea and vomiting was a horror. I'm sure she will be tomorrow, so I'll tell you about her then. I wish I could not resent her. It's slowly turning into pity, which I think is a bit better. The man with pancreatitis went to Surgery. I went home at 10:30. Spent the rest of the day shopping with Angel while his car got new tires. Bought a karaoke machine for $20. The friends will hate us :)
Tomorrow is call. Another night of lots of sleep sounds good to me, O Best Beloved. Good night.