Good morning!

And hello Swampdog, nice to meet you...

Hope to see you at the M&Gt this year!
I have calmed my tooth down by not eating any solid food for 10 days so, am in no hurry to spend mass quantities of cash on it. My dear dentist sent me to a peridontist who now tells me I should see an endodontist, so, at least it's nothing immediately catastrophic. I will give it a tincture of time and see what happens.
More evidence that I am going to hell:
I was talkin to a patient on the phone yesterday, like we do during business hours in between emergencies, helping them find the right doctors for their rare diseases and etc. And please note we are instructed by our marketing consultants to "let a smile show" as we talk, though obviously we also show the natural sympathy and compassion of a Real Nurse, so, I tend to feel a bit schizophrenic in these situations... anyway I was asking this guy, "Which one of your doctors is referring you to [our big hospital]?... Can you spell that name for me?" and he's like, "Ummmm... wait a minute... I have a card here..." "Take your time, sir..." (I need to get back to my emergency cases, but oh yeah take your time...) "I'm cleaning out my wallet," he says. And then, I don't know what came over me, in a deeply sympathetic tone I told him, "Don't worry about your wallet, sir, I am sure our doctors will clean that out for you."
And that was it for me, I dissolved into giggles, deep sympathy be damned...
Ah, fuck. I will see you in BRC whether or not I still have a job.