If you think you're infected...

So here's what happened.

Friday evening I developed a rash across my abdomen, by Saturday it was spreading up my neck, and it covered me by Sunday. Monday when I went to see my Doctor it was in my ears and my mouth. Monday afternoon I had a fever.

I had erupted in pseudovesicular pustules all over my body.

They think I had a severe allergic reaction to sunscreen. So bad it became systemic. I've been on steroids for 4 days now, and it looks like I'm overcoming chicken pox.

I still have a few open sores so work is frowned upon as well.

I was eaten up.

Now it's time to embrace the paste.

This is how you get ants...

Well, here's to having written something yesterday and forgetting to submit it.

Oops.

We have ants.

The 2D character sketch from Archer was pretty much the conversation held in my house...

But we also have a plan.

I come home around midnight when I get off work and I find my "big board" (<-reason why we have it.) covered in a very specific strategy to "Starve the Bastards!"

Incidentally, I had a very ant-related dream that night in which I did panic.

Now I find this scary business.

Ant-zombies.

The scientists found that at solar noon, when the Sun is at its strongest, the fungus synchronised ant behavior, forcing infected ants to bite the main vein on the underside of a leaf. The multiplying fungal cells in the ant's head cause fibres within the muscles that open and close the ant's mandibles to become detached, causing "lock jaw," which makes an infected ant unable to release the leaf, even after death. A few days later, the fungus grows through the ant's head a fruiting body, a stroma, which releases spores to be picked up by another wandering ant

Jeez. Thanks Science Daily.

Now I have the decision. Do I want fungus in my house or ants?

Here's a zombie movie potential.

Them and 28 Days Later.

If only I had a little ant doll...

What's with the candypan?

Here I sit at Starbucks, freezing bits of me off that I didn't even know I had, but hey, Frappuchinos are half-price!

Supposedly, I'm working on my Ethics in Nursing paper. Last paper for this semester, once it's done, I'm done.

Meh.

I've made the cover page so far.

I've been such an oscillator of moods recently. I became visibly upset over getting lost on my way to a wedding today. So upset, in fact, I gave up and decided to go home. Now, every thing is just peachy. I'm trying to decided if this is a problem or simply life and I need to figure a way to chill out.

I really think it's just life. One can not be happy all the time, nor should one expect to be. I don't need medication or hormone therapy, I just have moods. Right now, I'm cold.

SO. Onto the interest of the day.

It's between 1430- 1500 at work and everyday I try to pass around the ED with a bedpan full of chocolate. Nothing gross like that. They're all neatly packaged and I hand them out to people.

So, why the bedpan?

Here's why.

Everyone knows a little bribery goes a long way but Alice Isen has isolated even more. She reviewed some studies with doctors, candy, and correct diagnoses.

A little positive influence helps doctors come to correct diagnoses faster and more accurately.

In addition, if I can't be skinny at least I can make my co-w0rkers fat!

Once again, back in action.

So let's all glance around the room and pretend that this is going to be more than just a one time thing...

Let's hope.

My job is changing in a few weeks. I'm no longer going to be a floor nurse. I'm headed over to the IT department to help design our computerized charting. I'll be there for an ENTIRE YEAR.

Yay.

This is great timing. My job satisfaction is hovering around a zero. We did finally hire a manager. Maybe things will straighten out and be fixed and shiny when I return.

I have to give the quick run down of life recently. Then I'll get better at appropriate updates.

Lets see when we last left I had just finished a marathon.

Life sort of stalled after that.

I've read about PMS (Post Marathon Syndrome) but didn't really think it would happen to me. I mean, come on, after 26.2 miles doing about 30minutes a day shouldn't be that difficult.

I was wrong. I finally FELT like running for the first time yesterday. I've been running about every other day (or only on my days off) but I haven't really felt like it.

Finally, got out of my funk yesterday.

Probably why I haven't been blogging. I've been in a seriously bad mood. Nothing seemed interesting or noteworthy. Then, of course, the dilemma of am I really so arrogant to think that people are interested in this life? Or then dilemma of am I really so arrogant that I believe myself to be above sharing my story with others?

Gah.

I'm doing this for me. To stay updated with myself. It does make me feel better. Of course. I don't have all the interesting things to blog about such as my friend JT (recently moved here) or awesome little comics like my friend Kyle (badideagoggles (<- this always turns into bad idea google. )) However. It does contain... me.

I think I'll run now and get something to actually write about later.