It's Saturday

Evan will check into the hospital on Monday for a few days of chemo. If it goes well, he'll get out on Wednesday. Today he, Paul and Ned (I think) are heading over to Mike and Teresa's for some family fun.

I worked. It's not really fun, but sometimes it is kind of funny. Today, for example, one of my projects was revamping the health treatment codes available to the schools' health room staff. On the advice of the head nurse, I cut down the available treatment codes in our student data base from a list of 119 choices (a few duplicates there) to a list of 15. Sounds exciting, I know. But here's the good part: one of the previous choices was MES -- Message. All alone and I laughed out loud picturing some poor snot-nosed kid getting a post-it note slapped on his forehead before being sent back to class. I thought it was the best one until I went just a little further down the alphabet and found PIN -- PINCH. Even better.

"Mrs. Jones, I feel short today."
"Don't worry, Johnny, here's a pinch to grow an inch."

Or,

"Wah, wah, wah, this cut really hurts."
"Don't worry, we'll just put a little pinch of salt in that wound."

I mean, really, who in their right mind would enter a pinch for a treatment. I chuckled to myself for quite a while. Actually, more than chuckled - laughed really hard. All by myself while working on 2 computers at the same time in an attempt to take care of the code changes while also running processes that take forever. Pretty absurd. Just as absurd as realizing that I hit hour 65 of this week about an hour before. It's August and this is how it is, but enough is enough.

I got home at 2:30. Changed clothes, pulled on 2 quilts, finished the last chapter of "Julie and Julia," and took a nap. (I also laughed a lot while reading the book. Julie is an irreverent, foul-mouth young lady with admirable political leanings who makes me wish I knew her personally.) I'll go back to work tomorrow when I'll be able to create health tutorials without laughing. Or at least not as much.