  Yesterday after having left a post I actually did start packing. I got two boxes done and then got called into work. When I got there I picked up one patient. He had just had a heart attack, got two stents and I was going to pull out the catheter from his artery (we do this a lot).
I was thinking ok, this won't be such a bad day. Well then I picked up a second patient...he was very hard of hearing and very confused. To make a long story really short...it ended up being a really frustrating day. But it ended well...I got to go home early. So yes indeed I not only went in late, but I got to leave early. So you are probably thinking that I got a lot of packing done when I got home early. Nope, none. Today is a day off for me and I have big plans to pack. I will let you know how that goes.
Did I ever mention that I truly HATE packing. On another note. I went to my brother-in-laws house this morning. I had the pleasure of giving him the news that his ex-girlfriend (of 4 months) whom he dated for nearly 8 years is now engaged and planning a wedding for May. Unbelieveable...yes. And I felt absolutley horrible giving him this news. But he knows that I am still friends with her and if he heard it through the grape vine I know that he would wonder why I hadn't told him. My point is that I now feel like shit because he probably feels like shit. I must move away from the computer now and do something that will help with our move out of this place. 
