anyone know what day it is?

it was cold this morning.

my mind was busy reflecting on death as i hurried through the sub-zero calm air to work.
i don't generally think about death on my way to work (i'm strange, but not that strange); however, this morning i was reading a post on justina's blog about it.
i probably should not have done this because, coincidentally, one of my patients died before i had even done my morning meds.

the day was so bizarre after that.
no one could figure out what day it was because it felt all messed up.
dr. bushman asked me how i like working for an inferior health authority.
uh... ???
the new doctor implied that i was crazy and should go see him at his office for some pills.
my patient kept climbing the stairs that go nowhere (well, to the roof but there's no actual exit).
and everyone kept falling.
and one man fell and then his flower vase fell while we were struggling to get him up and so there he was, on the ground, with glass and water and flowers everywhere. and he did a huge fart. and i, of course, was supporting his back. so i'm crouching in glass with a farting patient. and when i left the room, i had shards of glass all down my pant leg.

i was relieved to go home and put up my swollen ankles until i remembered how cold my apartment is.
rejoice! i had called my landlord from work to say it was cooooold and there was an electric heater waiting for me in my kitchen when i got home. what a nice present.