The Nursing Staff

Is that gross or what? Thursday afternoon I went to the doctor and her diagnosis was "chipped bone, ugly ankle, elevate for 48 hours." So yesterday I was off work AGAIN. I'm getting a lot of knitting done but I'm also starting to talk back to the T.V.. "Yeah Spencer, you're gonna DIE." Everyone is pregnant on "One Life To Live", Martha Stewart showed me how to make fairy wings from used pantyhose and wire coat hangers, and if I order now, I can get two Speedy Swifter brooms for only $19.95.

Fortunately, I have a cracker jack team of nurses standing by to make sure my ankle heals quickly so that I can get back to work.


Here we have Nurse Wilma inspecting the pillow that my foot is supposed to be resting on. It's a good thing I don't have a really fat foot (well except for the swollen part). Nurse Wilma doesn't like to be disturbed.

Nurse DeeDee awaiting instruction by the medicine cabinet. Observe her alert expression! The look of pure concentration! Focus, DeeDee, focus! Who knows when that wall may go into cardiac arrest!

Yes, I don't know what I'd do without my nursing staff to closely monitor my condition and bring me cold drinks and magazines. But as we've all seen on "ER" the medical profession can be exhausting. The long hours, the stress, the relentless pace, it's overwhelming at times.

Friday, 11am