March 13, 2003 I ended up leaving work to go and get her dogs from her apartment, and bring them up to the clinic. Now, she has three dogs that are all at least fifty pounds, probably more. Now, my truck is a regular cab, so, no back seat. So, here I am, three huge dogs taking up my passenger seat, and me trying to drive down Highway 138. I got some weird looks from people passing by. It probably did look pretty funny, me smushed to one side, trying to give the dogs their room. I made it to the clinic in one piece though, so, I guess I can't complain. Dr. C is in good spirits though, joking about getting a nose job while she's at it. When she found out she was going to the hospital, she takes off all her jewelry (She has some of the most amazing jewelry, I keep telling her I just want to sit and go through it all one day, and I don't even like jewelry that much) and hands it to Kathy, and tells her to watch out for it. ::shakes head:: 'sure, my jaw is broken, but take care of my jewelry.' Hehe. When we heard that, we all knew she was going to be fine. Things between Fuller and I seem to have just reached a stand off point. We talk, we joke, and then we avoid each other like the plague. I think he knows he crossed the line, and we've basically agreed to have a mutual "problem" with each other. I think that he views me as a traitor for prefering Dr. C over him. It became almost a contest between the two of them, I was still neutral, and I had to choose a side. I chose her, because she doesn't play the mind games that he does. I still respect him as a doctor, but we lost the repoir we had with each other. I don't know, I guess, in a way, I keep hoping that he will change back into the doctor he was when I first started working there. The one that would spend an extra ten minutes just to teach me something. ::shrugs:: ----------- To you: You know the same things apply to you, you know how I feel about everything, and, it's refreshing to know you miss it sometimes too. <-//->
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