Pistachio gelato is celestial.

It is SO good, in fact, that I'm still thinking about it after having eaten it on Sunday. I'll have to make Jason take me back there again for more. Things are going terrifically between us, he's really an amazing person.

Anyway, enough of that mooshy bullshit. My last two days at the hospital taking care of three patients were GREAT. I felt so confident, cool and collected this time. It convinces me that last Monday (the day when Hell came full force to the 6th floor of Virginia Hospital Center) was simply a bad day--for EVERYONE. I think I may have over-stretched a couple muscles in my back, though, because yesterday I basically had to support this little old lady's entire body weight to help her from the bed to the chair or to the bedside commode. Oh well, if it means she's a little more independent because of it, I'll do my best to help her out.

Other than that, I have more pictures I've taken recently that I haven't uploaded yet. The sun is shining today, the sky is blue-- beautiful! I can't wait for spring to arrive.

I had dinner with my dad last night at Luciano's. Per the usual, I got gnoccis with marinara sauce, which was obviously delicious. I love Italian food, plain and simple. It truly is wonderful that you can take four or five ingredients and make loads of great dishes with them. We had a really unexpected, yet special experience as a result of where we sat. We overheard this woman talking with her mother, and apparently it was her 92nd birthday! The cool thing about this is that her mother doesn't look more than 80 years old and is sharp as a tack, to use a cliche phrase. So we all clapped for her being such a terrific-looking 92 year-old, and the couple next to their table gave them concert tickets (he's in an orchestra) for free. Then, another couple next to OUR table secretly paid their bill on the way out. I wish I could have taken a picture of the smile that went across that woman and her daughter's faces. She had an awesome birthday at a little Italian restaurant in Oakton, VA.
Stuff like that renews my hope that humans really do have the capability of being wonderful and loving towards one another.