Good News and Bad News

Utah Valley Hospital is my least favorite hospital of the three where I work. It's just a bit too big and busy for me-- I really prefer the smaller scale. Night shifts aren't my favorite either, so when I knew I had to work an 18L at UVRMC on Monday, I wasn't thrilled. I really did try not to whine too much (you'll have to ask Lance how effective that resolve was) but I still had to pray for a good attitude before I headed out at 5:30.

Well, it's a good thing Lance bought me that bike for my birthday, because I'm going to be needing it a lot more than I thought. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I hope the look on my face says it all:
The only good thing about these pictures is that it shows at least how lovely the weather has been lately. Ok, in seriousness the good news is that nobody got hurt. I was stopped, waiting for a car to pass so I could make a left hand turn into the hospital parking lot. The next thing I saw was a huge silver Dodge Durango in my rearview mirror, which suddenly swerved to the right and then smashed me. Turns out she wanted to pass me rather than wait for me to turn and misjudged how much room she had (it's a small road). She only lost a bumper. Hansi's whole rear end is maimed. And it all happened the very week that we were in the middle of switching our car insurance. However, it looks like it will all work out ok. And hey-- I didn't end up having to go to work after all! They put me on call and I was kinda shook up the rest of the night. So, to get my mind off of everything, we decided to bust out the Joe Smokey Silver. At least the rest of the evening was nice.
Mmm.... Grilled zucchini!