My tattoo is itchy.

It is day 4 of new tattoo. Fret not, oh dear ones, I shall post a photo soon... But for now, GOD DAMN is this tattoo itchy!

For the life of me, I cannot recall how I dealt with this the first time I got inked. It was much bigger, too, and on the back, and I just don't get why this one is so annoying!

Work has gone from good but, "All Quiet on the Western Front" to good but, "Apocalypse Now". I mean to say it has become rather busy, hectic, chaotic, (pick one!) in the last week. I think I want a vacation. I also found out today, quite by accident, that my clinic nurse is taking her three weeks vacation starting next week. It was like an awkward break-up when I cornered her by the fridge in the staff break area. (I will call her Nancy because this isn't her name and I'm in a Nancy type mood today.)

Me:"Nancy?"

Nancy:"Oh! Princess of all that is Awesome (this is my offical work title. Shut up. It's my story.)! You startled me. I... I didn't see you there."

"Mmm hmm... Nancy... What's this I hear about a vacation? For three weeks?"

Nancy avoids eye contact and makes a non-committal grunting noise.

Me: "Were you ever going to tell me about this?"

Nancy: "Well, yeah, I just.. It just... It's not like that!"

Me: "Was I just supposed to guess? Like, doo dee doo dee dooo, oh hey, Nancy hasn't been around for awhile and my world's goddamn well falling apart but that's okay!?!"

Nancy: "That's not fair."

Me: "Oh really? No, Nancy, you know what's not fair??? Sixteen, sixteen goddamn sticky notes telling the physician where to sign, what to sign, and what queries to answer, and having the goddamn forms come back blank! I mean, for Christ sake, they've got like, seventeen degrees! Weren't any of them in basic comprehension!" {break down in tears, sobbing on the coffeemaker. The Tim Horton's tin starts to get damp.}

Nancy: "Ssshhh... It's only for three weeks..."

Me: "WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! I NEED YOU NOW!!!!! OH GOD DON'T LEAAAVEEE MMEEEEEEE!!!!"

Nancy: {bolts for the door. And freedom, glorious freedom}

Me: {commences Operation: Eat Cookies}