Fearfest at Wonderland is always exciting (I guess – this is the first year I’ve been there, but it was pretty exciting). I’m not one who’s usually good with being scared – I can’t even watch scary movies without a pillow in front of my face and hyperventilating – so I’m not sure why I thought Fearfest would be a good idea for me. In any case, my friends and I ventured to this place of horror a couple of weeks ago for some good natured terrorizing.
Now, I know this stuff is fake. I know it’s all makeup on the people and that the stage of the theatre is not actually a haunted swamp. But I seemed to forget all that when I was in the dark recesses of the bayou and creepy creatures were jumping out at me. My poor buddy was so often clawed, yanked, and thrown into the people that jumped out that he was more scared of me than anything else. Apparently my survival instinct is to throw my friends in front of danger to save myself. So I learned something new about myself that night. But you try being calm when those buggers chase you out of the house. You’re never safe.
When I went back the next weekend with Rio, I was still terrified, though I didn’t push him into anything so much as I just smacked him whenever something scared me. So, basically, I’ll give up my friends for my own safety or just hit them in sheer terror. They are so lucky to be friends with me.
Rio was also delighted to have been the blatant object of affection for about 4 different girls, a fact that he took great pleasure in pointing out and also pondering aloud, “Why aren’t you being checked out by anyone?” Well I don’t know, bud, why don’t you ask someone for me? I think his favourite moment was catching a vampire chick off guard and speaking in an English accent to a ghoul (he’s special). I, however, was not up to par with his awesomeness that night, which he was not shy about stating when he told me that I needed “to get up to his level.” I may have smacked him a little harder the next time something “scared” me.
Work Isn’t Meant to Be This Fun
(This picture has nothing to do with the post below and everything to do with the fact that Alcide is damn sexy).
It’s no secret that I love the people I work with. They’re hilarious, sweet, and just overall really awesome. Today, for example, one patient screamed when she saw it was me saying hi to her, and then hugged me. Like, seriously? How does that not change someone’s day from bad to good? (While also scaring me a little, because I really wasn’t expecting her to actually scream). Another patient and I bonded at the fact that we both used to frequent an infamous bar in town - her 21 years ago, and me only about a year ago. How cool is that??
I’ve been feeling pretty blah the past few days – probably down to the weather – and whenever I go onto the units and talk to my clients, more often than not I leave feeling revitalized. That’s not to say that I don’t ever feel drained from having more challenging conversations, but even those situations make me realize how much I have to learn and how much they can teach me. Because really, as much as I’m here to help them in their recovery, they help me and teach me more than I could ever do for them.
I’m not sure where I was going with this. I still don’t. Basically, I love them. But would I try to protect them if zombies were trying to attack me? Probably not. Every person for themselves in that situation, friends.
Love,
Bella
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