What's your sign?

It seems that when people start talking "Zodiac" all reasonable thought flies right out the window - especially for men. Yes, we've all heard the old 70's line of "What's your sign, baby?" and a ghastly picture of a toupe`, mustache and a baby blue polyester suit comes to mind. Ick.

What I'm talking about are the lawyers, doctors, nurses - the professionals that actually lose it when reading the back of Cosmo during their birthday month. You know one of those people don't you? Of course! Next time you are shopping for groceries, strategically place your cart behind a 40-something rather unkept mother with her three screaming children (all under the age of five). You will notice a wishful look on her face (probably wishing she would have had her tubes tied after kid #1) and I promise you she will be flipping to the back of a magazine looking for her "most compatible" mystery man. It obviously was not the father of her children or she would be at the salon and he would be shopping with the kids. The woman will be eagerly searching for her birth sign and trying to find something in the words to giver her some hope for the future. Good grief. This woman (or man, with obviously a bit of a feminish side) is a real life professional. The one that figures out how to keep you breathing in the emergency room, or handle your traffic tickets. You don't recognize her because on the weekends she just doesn't care...And make-up does wonders on a weekday!

Aries, Libra, Taurus, Pisces. I could go on but I fear I would start a chant that would never get resolved and I will have it singing in my head depriving me of sleep I need to put you back together after your car accident this evening while you were driving just barely over the legal alcohol limit yet not slurring bad enough to scream in agony. Believe it or not I actually talk in long exaggerated sentences like that. Regardless of your injury I really do not like people and frankly am so caught up in the fact that my horoscope said I was going to be recognized as a successful writer that I'm buzzed and unless you are turning blue I'm going to continue reading the back of my Cosmo magazine.

Hello. My name is Katie and I'm a registered nurse. An emergency room nurse. An Aries/Pisces depending on where the moon is and whether I am on my period or not or whatever that crap is supposed to say. The sign of a Boar according to people in other countries that do not eat them.

This blog is to tell crazy stories of life in my emergency department. Things that will make you throw up, laugh, gasp, chuckle and all with the point of steering you away from my path when you wake up at 3 am and decide you have a toothache (that has been acting up for a few months now) and you're bored, so you get dressed and come visit me in the ER hoping I will give you some sort of relief...or company. Nope. Two aspirin and a coke will do ya' just fine.

Stay tuned to some of my gruesome yet somehow funny adventures. It's never boring.