In Every Circle of Friends, There's A Whore...

(You know... the one who flirts, and does a little more?) Well, that would be Mandy. Who is Mandy? Amanda, my "Ex" is now sleeping around with just about every guy my age at my work. In my opinion, as well as CIWWAF, jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of greed. She wants to make me jealous... I'm not, sorry babe. I gave Amanda the nickname Mandy because it's more fitting for her; doesn't it remind you of a stripper? Ha, it's so true because that’s exactly how she’s acting. I love how she left me, and now she craves me more than ever.

On the contrary, let me tell you about dropping jaws. The ball was fantastic; we had a really good time. The food was amazing; I had Filet Mignon, while Caleigh had a delicious chicken dish. The night was really nice; we were amongst the youngest couple there. We danced, we ate, we socialized... I felt part of the Hollywood scene!

Now, to catch up on my long, long day: I did not work the emergency room today; I was ordered one-on-one assistance with Paul, who coded again. After reading his chart, I found out he coded again last night for heart problems. Paul is starting to really bad... and it seriously is taking a toll on me. I see Paul every single day to make sure he is doing good and see how he is being treated. He's told me so many stories I want to write a book. His stories are so interesting they deserve to be bound. Any who, Paul's full diagnosis has come back from the lab. His diagnosis has been confirmed from further tests and radiology reports. Paul has lung cancer as a complication of Agent Orange poisoning. The blood deficiency has been the sole reason for his heart problems, another complication of Agent Orange. He is been given a two week life expectancy. :( Today with Paul was not boring, but just long. I played a couple games of scrabble with him, the winning and losing was mixed. I feel so bad for Paul; he is going to die alone. He has no one there for him and he is going to die with love from no one. He has no family alive... the poor guy is so alone. I have taken his advice so true to heart. I can still hear his raspy voice in the emergency room: Don't waste your time with work, pursue woman instead. Still, when I think about it, all I can hear is the song lyrical lies.

I'm headed to bed now; I have a huge and long day tomorrow. I might have to post later tomorrow... I start my new job. Intern, ahem... Doctor Baxter might I add. I hope I can still be there for Paul though; he needs some type of family in his state.