Several weeks ago I heard about a group of people who play soccer every Wednesday evening. This past Wednesday I was finally able to go out and try to meet up with them to play. I figured that if the group is like typical soccer groups most people will show up around 15 minutes after the scheduled time. I showed up at the park; and much to my surprise there were only two people on the field. Both of whom were hispanic and practicing penalty shots. Not really the group I was expecting. I sat around twiddling my thumbs until finally 30 minutes later a mixed group of girls and boys show up. Much more like what I was expecting with a singles ward. I go over to greet them; but don't recognize anyone at all. Evidentally the group that played every Wednesday decided not to play that week. I shrugged, and asked if I could just join in with this other group. They were nice and agreed. We had just barely started playing when the 2 Hispanics and 7 other friends who had shown up came over. They offered to play against us. Despite some warranted trepidation about being outclassed; we agreed. We then proceeded to be absolutely destroyed over the next couple of hours by these guys. Fortunately they were pretty cool about it; so it was still fun. I managed to score a hat trick; that was about the only bright spot of the evening for me. Early on in the game I did tweak my ankle; but it felt fine a couple minutes later so I continued playing. We played late so as soon as we finished I went to bed.
The next morning I wake up and am mildly surprised to see that my ankle is rather large, swelling, and has some really nice bruises. It didn't feel all that bad when I went to bed. It would have been nicer. Because it was so late in the morning already. I had to go to work. I spent the next 12 hours hobbling around on a gimp ankle; much to either the extreme sympathy or amusement of people around me. I managed to get someone to work most of the next day's shift for me. I would still have to come in for 3 hours because no one would work that time.
I show up at 4 o'clock to work my three hours. The nurse on duty gives me a surprised look and asks, "What are you doing here? So and So is supposed to be coming on and you're supposed to be home because of your ankle!" While surprised I wasn't exactly disappointed about the revelation. Until that is; the assistant director of nursing came up to me and said that she needed to talk to me in her office. Never a good sign; especially when you walk in and the human resource officer is also there. It appears that one of the liquid morphine bottles ran out of morphine while the narcotic sign out sheets still had it listed as having 5 mL left. Because no one could account for those 5 mL of morphine...every nurse on the wing was going to get a surprise drug test. They hadn't told me they had covered the shift so I would come and be drug tested. Always a great experience. A certain part of me was glad that I was only taking Tylenol for my ankle pain at the time. If I had been prescribed Oxycontin things might have become a little bit sticky at work.
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