Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Right now I am watching Florence Nightingale, on the True Stories Channel. And I am getting vahklempt. It really sucked to be her. I mean, dealing with today's doctors is bad enough. But back in the Crimean War times, they were so friggin up themselves that it makes me more ill than having to smell bowel contents. Plus the fact that no women figures in her life had her back, since nursing was considered a whore's job back then. And she didn't have a nice little dog to take all the pain away at the end of a shitty day. She just had some farty general breathing down her neck. But soon, the men speak of her in hushed tones, as if she is an angel. Men kissed her shadow as she passed, this lady with a lamp. (The movie is peppered with these kind of cheesy phrases, but it works) And she teaches the doctors soon enough that she doesn't take any crap from anyone. And she saves the world. Just because she had a calling. She made her mom proud.

FiFi is running about batting Lammie around the room, despite my attempts to have her study one of her namesakes. I don't think the whole pet therapy thing may pan out for FeeferDog.

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