the good news and the bad news

WOOOHOOOO! The good news is that one of my favorite patients is very likely at this time under the knife getting, or is hopefully now recovering from, a kidney transplant. He is so one of my favorites, and in fact so young, that I've adopted him as my baby, my son, even though he's only 5 years younger than me. I love this boy, he is my pride and joy. Not that I see him outside of the unit, but he's my angel nonetheless. He's a good boy. And now, assuming all the tests came through, the kidney was good, and it doesn't reject, he'll have a good kidney to match. It's the rejection I'm worried about. The other stuff doesn't matter, because if this transplant doesn't go through he's still at the top of the list. But a rejection is a whole other animal. Blah. Anywho, I feel as nervous as if he really were my child in there and I was being very badly informed by the staff. It's very exciting though. Now if my other favorites (you know who you are) can get theirs, we'll be all set.

The bad news...Saturday is going to suck. I loathe, I mean realllly loathe two of the three people I will be working with. It's going to be the proverbial train-wreck. That one in, what, Tokyo? is going to have NOTHING on the one I'm walking into Saturday afternoon. Smashing. And that's only part of the bad news. HAHA! I'm being vague again. Verrrrry interesting. But STUPID!

I need a new zip code.