Last night, work had a guest speaker and a dinner for doctors that offer referals and assistance and support to us throughout the year (we totally couldn't do what we do without support of the doctors in our community) and since I'm the guy who can fix the LCD projector and laptop when they have to be fixed quickly, I got to go to the dinner, too. Whoo hoo! Free fajitas and margaritas!!!

It was actually a neat evening. I like that I have a job that enables me to learn something I didn't know about. The presentation last night was about pain management, or what we in the Hospice business now call palliative care.

It was interesting to me that they often ask patients to keep a journal of their thoughts, either online or on paper, and that they have found that those that journal often experience fewer physical and emotional symptoms. Isn't that interesting?

And I went back and took a look at my own life, and I found my depression is much less of an issue if I force myself to write my feelings down honestly. Even going back to junior high, I found that when I was taking writing-intensive courses, I felt better (depression has haunted me since I was very small child) It might be a coincidence, but then again, there could be something to it.

Just something for me to think about.

I have a lot planned for this weekend. I'm going to get to see a show this weekend, go to a waterpark, and go to a Beer Bust. Fun, fun. Don't forget... it's Mother's Day here in the US. Hallmark accordingly.

You may want to update Devota on that pain management stuff. She's been in a BAD way lately.