Mike asked me what I wanted for mother's day, or if I had any plans for "my" day. I don't know about you, but the question itself was a gift. Of course, I answered that we'll be going to the farmer's market, where he will buy me a fresh baked good of some kind (preferably with chocolate), after which, we will be heading into the hills for a good old fashioned mushrooming trip. Ah, no. Sadly, no euphemism. I really do just want to go looking for some edibles in my friendly neighborhood forest. The weather is trying so hard to be agreeable. I just can't ignore that kind of effort. The lilacs are in full bloom, which always gives me all sorts of goosebumps to see. For dinner tonight, I actually used our thyme, sage, cilantro, rosemary and chives out of MY garden to go in our spaghetti sauce. Didn't turn out half bad, if I do say so myself. And..... I think that's all I have for tonight. Between the last four days or so, I have accumulated a good 8 hours of sleep, between my five year old turning six, a mother's day lunch-classroom-program, and two convienently scheduled night shifts. I don't care who you are--- tired can make anyone stupid in the head. Which, of course, is why one of ,y patients decides to throw off some nice old cardiac-related chest pain in the last thirty minutes of my shift the other night. What? Do they think I'm supposed to know what to do about it? What? They think I'm trained for this sort of thing? Just.... Come on! You couldn't wait a lousy twenty minutes? My other guy, my paraplegic trach guy, at least had the decency to wait til 8 to code. Geez. Some people, I tell you.