






HipHop Happy Low Carb by Anne H














Imagine my shock when I discovered all of my worldly goods are just plopped down in a mess in the corner of my room.
I didn’t sign up for this


All dressed up.
This week is my 17th
anniversary of Atkins!















Work is good – but hard







What a difficult week. Still no nurse so I did 84° on the clock.
Good paycheck but ya gotta live to spend it!
Truth check I’m OK. No drama. No trauma. Except for I broke a tooth.









So much Ramadan food
I was like Atkins? Who dat?







Off to the doctor to buy a fat pig
Home again, home again
Jiggity Jig
As time goes by, and we have no day nurse, people say that if I stop working so much, they would be forced to find another nurse.
Unrealistic chess move.
Too bad it really doesn’t work like that. I took a day and now we have pneumonia. Yes. One day more. His (the patient) nervous system can’t abide the lack of care.









The trouble is, this position doesn’t pay enough to draw high quality nurses
We are in a nursing desert














So sick. So SICK
Like “I want my mommy” sick
Missed beats, sick feeling, like a hangover, withdrawal, and food poisoning all at once.
Never again lol.
Just say no to sushi!
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