When Life Punches You in the Face

Welcome back to Snark Week, we interrupt our normally scheduled programming due to me getting punched in the face. Yeah, you read that right.

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I know what you’re all thinking. It’s about time SOMEBODY punched that needy, whiny bitch in the face. I completely agree.

I’ve never been hit in the face before. Or punched period. I never had abusive boyfriends (thank the good Lord for that …) and I’ve never been completely ridiculous (enough) in my young adult life to pick physical fights with people. I figured, if ever there was a day where I would experience what getting flat out socked in the eye felt like, it would come at the end of a night of uncharacteristically heavy drinking. I always pictured a drunk (she’s usually blonde, no offense to my fair-haired readers), skanky sorority girl getting a swing in after I likely opened my big fat mouth one too many times about her knock-off Fendi and flaky orange Insta-Tan.

Needless to say, that’s not how shit went down yesterday afternoon. I was at work and a frightened and confused patient didn’t want to have a thing to do with me. I’m certainly not blaming he or she for doing what they did. I consider things like that a (often rare) job hazard and luckily he/she did not do much damage to my orbit. In fact, a little redness, swelling and some puffiness this morning gave way to an easy cover-up 5 seconds ago, so I can return to my site of injury and deal with the madness again. No I’m kidding. I wouldn’t expect a situation like that to occur ever again in my career. Please note that I will likely eat my words in a years time.

Actually, this is the perfect opportunity to get back to the new blog and what it will and will not feature. I mentioned I would talk about “a little slice of my life” which is true. Although I’m making the switch from being a blogger for the readers rather then a blogger for myself (no judgments please and thank-you) I think it’s nearly impossible not to blog somewhat about your own life and the events that occur. I’m focusing more on mindcasting vs. lifecasting even though I’m aware some people just suck up the day to day lives of others. I personally get downright, fall on the floor B-O-R-E-D reading about daily ho-hum crap. No offense taken, right? I bet.

Again, I realize this will lose me some readers. A causality I’m willing to take in order to be happy with how I blog, what I blog and who I reach out to. You can’t please everyone all the time. With that being said, I’ve been told time and time again that what I do for a living makes for some interesting stories. Agreed, no arguments here, and I love telling those stories and getting the shocked reactions out of people, just as I’m sure you’re going to comment on this post today about that. With the whole fist to eye thing.

Although I rarely get asked about my “tales from the ER” and Grey’s Anatomy-style drama that ensues each day, when I do offer it up, people tend to salivate over it. I’ve been told it makes for great blogging. The problem is, as I’m sure you could understand, it’s completely illegal and risky for me to be talking about my job and the patients I take care of. It’s hard to be funny and forthcoming  with what I say and not be concerned about a family member or supervisor reading my very public blog, twitter, facebook … etc, etc.

So all in all. I will not be blogging much about work, and if I do, it will be in shadowy veils of mystery. In the meantime, I’ve got to ice my peeper.

The “giveaway” I spoke of yesterday will be announced tomorrow, once we get back to our little Snark Week celebration!