John Hughes died... work didn't suck... increased my meds

I'm so bummed to hear that John Hughes died. I can definitely say that some of his movies defined angst and may have inspired or at least helped fuel my angst-hound tendencies. I mean, who doesn't sympathize with Duckie (Jon Cryer) in Pretty in Pink or with Watts (Mary Stuart Masterson) in Some Kind of Wonderful?

Also... worked last night. And it did not suck. Well, we had one cardiac arrest who came in that we were unable to save, although we made heroic efforts. But other than that, it was a smooth night, fast-paced enough to make the time pass quickly, but not so insanely busy that you have a zillion charts to finish when you get off the floor. I was out of there by 3:15 (officially off the floor at 3am) and at the grocery store (yes, it's 24 hrs) by 3:45am. Home by 4:30am. The cat food my cats love was still on sale at $2.99/7 lb. bag. So I bought 6!

( in other news, why I was dosing down on my meds when my mom died, and now I'm dosed back up... )

I managed to get quite a bit of stuff done in the next few days. So apparently, that worked. Will continue. What else am I gonna do?