I find myself asking "Why?" so often that I think it might be the only sound I can make. Sometimes it's preceded by "I don't understand" when I'm making a statement.
- "Why can't the people who are scheduled to work, come to work?"
- "I don't understand why someone keeps bringing Mrs. A potato chips when she's diabetic."
- "Why don't they let a CNA attend the care plan meetings?"
- "I don't understand why the doctor won't prescribe better pain medication for this resident."
Today is my "hump day". After this, it's all downhill until my "weekend". I think I may make brownies to bring to work on my "Friday". Chocolate doesn't cure anything, but it sure tastes good.