Wouldn't it be nice if the whole "man in a can" thing from the tv show "the tick" was a reality?
for those not familiar with the tick, it goes a little something like this: you pop open a can, and a man pops out. he can't speak. he just does exactly what he's told to do for thirty minutes. after that, he turns into potpourri!
can't beat that.
today was one of those just ludicrous days. it was a day that started out with me oversleeping and skipping breakfast to go meet a social worker at the home of the man i take care of. he, of course, was about 15 minutes late. meaning that technically, i could have snarfed a donut or a bowl of cereal, but had i taken that chance, he would have been there on time. or early.
listen, don't ask me to explain it, it's science. or math. or PHYSICS.
pretty sure it's physics.
as i was driving the gentleman i take care of, i noticed that his car smelled strongly of gasoline. like, the way my brother's bug used to when i was younger. i didn't know if this was bad or not, so i waited until we got to the shopping plaza and called my fiance.
do you think guys like getting phone calls that go, "hi honey, nothing serious, but if the car smells like gasoline, should i be driving it?"
then this guy lets it drop that he's having a lot of pain in his big toe. he'd like to know if i can take a look at it.
DO NOT WANT.
but i did, and boy howdy does he have one hell of an ingrown toenail. i did what i could with it and told him if it wasn't better in a week, i'd make an appointment for him to see the doctor. he turned pale.
i don't blame him, i'm not a huge fan of doctors myself.
stuff i am a huge fan of:
1. charlie, the cat who currently has his claws in my hip and is squeaking at me.
2. johnny depp. mmmmmmmm........
wait, what was i saying?