Complaining...It's What I Do.

I'm at work right now. Thats right, busily taking care of the sick and dying in a level 3 emergency room on a Sunday afternoon. OK, not so much. And that's the thing about the ER, you just never know. Is it the moon and tidal changes that effect mass behavior? Is it boredom, or the fact that nothing's on TV that stimulate the crowds to come in to a flourescently lit windowless box and ask for Vicodin ("sorry, I'm allergic to aspirin, tylenol, aleve, or any other pain reliever that doesn't have the side effect of making me drool"). Because it's kind of dead right now. Not as in asystole (i.e. "CLEAR!") dead but more like the tumble weeds blowing down the halls kind of dead. Not that I'm complaining mind you...OK so I'm complaining but that's what I do and that's why you read this stuff. I've been thinking of changing the name of this blog to " I suffer...so you don't have to" because as I re-read these entries I realize, Jesus I whine a lot. But who doesn't like to read about others in pain...especially if you can laugh at them in the process of thief suffering...in a good way of course. But my feet still hurt from last night (when I was complaining loudly) when the ER was a total zoo which just goes to show that any time is a good time to complain...or read about it! Growing up I was frequently reminded that my name Bryner rhymes with whiner. Which is why, maybe, I look for rhymes in other peoples' names...especially if they aren't very flattering. Like my nephew Elliott (and this took a few minutes) rhyming with smelliot. Stupid yes, yet childishly satisfying. Which is also why, in three weeks time, and since I'm getting married anyway, I'm thinking of taking a new name. Sheryl is going to change hers and I don't really think Sheryl Bryner has a ring to it. I considered taking her last name but the Triblolet men I've heard about don't have such a great track record with marriage...or fatherhood for that matter...or citizenship...or...no, better stop or I might NOT be getting married in 3 weeks. I like new age hippie names like Frank Zappa's daughter Moon Unit but I'm still employed so that won't really fly. Something Earth-muffiny like Cedar was my first choice but not Sheryl's. Going back and forth trying to find a fitting last name has been tough but we're getting close as I almost have her convinced that Crowe is an awesome last name. I love birds. The crow is one of my favorite birds...sassy, smart and very dark. I love movies. Russel Crowe is one of my favorite actors...brilliant and hunky. All in all a great last name. The only problem is some rock singer that no one but Sheryl has heard about called 'Sheryl Crow' or something.
Ooops, gotta go. someone just came into the ER...must be Vicodin-thirty.