The Neon Nurse's Charting

Mystery of the moment around here--where the HECK are these flies coming from?? I mean, hello, December?

We have actually been reduced to saying, "Well, we saw both cats today...." I've been looking and looking for anything that could be acting as a fly-cubator, but nada. True, the guinea pig cage DID get infested (Lamar drinks about 1/4 of her bottle a day and spills the rest, which makes for an ongoing dampness problem) at one point because the weather outside was too nasty for taking it out there to clean, but Caro took care of that over the weekend. It's NOT mucky now, I swear. I CHECKED!

And yet there are little flies buzzing us constantly. I kill probably two dozen a day. There is either a fly-universe wormhole around here somewhere, or someone is smuggling flies into the house to drive me mad!

The other swatting candidates are assorted folks at the Health Center, which I visited tonight in search of a refill for my blood pressure medicine AND some answers as to why they can't seem to manage the simple task of dispensing the meds they went to the trouble of establishing a dispensary to...dispense. (Yes, I lost control of that sentence, I'm sorry.)

I seem to have offended the young nurse-substitute by criticizing the center and insisting I was NOT going to pay the office call fee just to review my chart and get a refill order. Using the magic words "serious medication error" during my lecture to her had a salutary effect, though, I believe.

The thing is, I am not nearly paranoid enough to think that all these hash-ups are ONLY happening to me. And although I let my licensure expire, I am still a nurse. Being a "patient representative" is one of my DUTIES. So I am going to stick my oar in and do it, starting with drafting a letter tonight to the head of the clinic.