Movies

Oh, my friends. What a glorious year this will be for movies! I bought HP and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 yesterday, and it's even better than I remembered. July 15 will bring with it Part 2, which will be so epic I can't even put my excitement into words.

I am holding out hope for a brand new trailer in the next couple of weeks, but in the meantime let's review all that will be looked forward to in the interim...

X-Men: First Class. Charles, Erik, and the beginnings of it all. "The cost of freedom is always high..." And James McAvoy as Xavier? Squee. I will see it June 3.




Thor. Most likely going to be cheesy but I will enjoy every second of it, especially watching Anthony Hopkins be all badass. And apparently Thor can sneeze and grow a beard. Obviously I will see this May 6.




Green Lantern. Ryan Reynolds in spandex. Enough said. June 17.




Cowboys and Aliens. Daniel Craig being badass, Harrison Ford being badass, Olivia Wilde being badass...and the aliens? Most definitely badass too. I'll try to be badass on July 29.




Hesher. I'm still not quite sure what this is about, but I want to see it and I want to see Joseph Gordon-Levitt be awesome on May 13.



There, that should tide you over for now.

Full circle

Hey remember that patient a few weeks ago who kept telling me he was going to die? The one who was totally lucid but whose body had fallen apart something fierce, and was working towards hospice care? Ah, I suppose you don't since I didn't blog about it, but let's pretend that I had.

I took care of a sweet lady the other day, who was in for belly pain. Just before she was shipped off to the OR, the rest of her family came back to say their good lucks. One of her brothers came up to me and said "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for my family."

I was a little perplexed, since this was a fairly straightforward case and the dude seemed about to burst into tears. "It's my pleasure," I responded, "and that's what we're here for. I'm glad I got to take care of your sister."

Then he leaked a few tears and asked if I remembered Mr. Guy, his father, from a few weeks back. Ohhhhhh. Yes. I remember. "He passed away two days after you saw him, with hospice care and surrounded by family. He kept telling us he was going to die, and he was right. And he was happy..."

Brother cried for a minute, and then kept on. "He kept saying how nice you were and that you took such good care of him even when he told you he was dying. Our whole family says thank you."

I looked back at the rest of the family, and damn if every one of them weren't crying too. Of course I teared up, and didn't know what else to do so I just gave Brother a standard side hug - which he promptly turned into a giant wet slobbery teary bear hug. I don't usually stand for that kind of stuff...really, do I want your snot all over me when you're crying, and you're a complete stranger dude, and sometimes I feel awkward with displays of snuggly emotions...but today, I think it's okay.

Mr Guy, I'm glad you went peacefully. And I hope you're enjoying that gin and tonic now.

Pause

Posting has been light lately, which I apologize for. Mostly it's been because I've been too exhausted to write after getting my ass kicked at work every night for the past few weeks...multi traumas, crazy septic workups, three hour codes, random guy who has the big one during triage, demented patients who crawl out of bed while their sitter is in the room and DFO...you name it, I've had it. Just saying. I almost pine for the days of the nostalgic drug seeking tooth paineur. Almost.

I've got a few more shifts, and then I'm on vacay. Perhaps I'll post; perhaps I'll just kick back with a margarita and think about posting.

Either way, I'm going to bed right this minute.

So take a seat Steve...oops, I see you brought your own!

Oh, this is too epic to pass up.



"I'll give you a brief history of pain..." Why this amuses me so much I don't know, but it's glorious.