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Saint Dirty Face

Tag: #NurseLife

  • Bang, Whimper, Bang: A Friday Survival Tale

    Robert

    📖 Blog Post (Saint Dirty Face Edit):

    Friday kicked off with a bang… dipped into a whimper… and ended with a wifey bang.

    That’s the rhythm of Saint “Dirty” Face, baby. No apologies. Just pulse, pause, pound.

    Started my day playing public health prophet, dropping a 411 on TB for a local school district. Gave the nurses some knowledge and a dash of charm—bless their hearts, hope they make it through the year without strangling a parent.

    Then boom—Captain Moron at work decides to catch feelings.

    Apparently, “I should’ve told him” about my little educational field trip because he’s “the administrator and should know what’s going on.”

    I’m like, settle down, Dumbfuck Dumbledore. Even if I told you, your pea brain would’ve short-circuited halfway through the acronym TB.

    Anyway—back at the office, where the workload was lighter than a fart in space.

    No Work Friday in full effect. I looked busy, pretended to type, and watched the clock like it owed me money.

    Cut to 5:30. I’m home. Ready to relax. Unwind. Reclaim my soul.

    But the moment I walk in—

    Chaos. Everywhere.

    Kids screaming. Somebody crying. Someone else needing Wi-Fi help or therapy.

    So what do I do?

    I ran.

    Like the last survivor in a zombie flick—I made it to my bedroom, locked the door, and buried my face into a pillow with the muffled scream of a war-torn veteran.

    The Mrs? Also hiding.

    We’re both battle-fatigued, communicating in silent nods and trauma blinks.

    Thankfully, we’ve got a secret escape door that leads to the backyard.

    Plan activated.

    Dinner for two.

    Vape shop delivery.

    Picture tube on.

    Soft Barry White.

    And a solid hour of neighbor-roasting (If you’re reading this, neighbor… it definitely wasn’t about you. 🫣).

    Then the candles get lit.

    The music gets low.

    And we do what emotionally exhausted, beautifully filthy, married saints do best.

    Until next time,

    Saint Dirty Face

    Stay wild. Stay wet. Stay unapologetically you.

  • 🎸 SAINT DIRTY FACE BLOG — WORKDAY RAMBLE EDITION 🎸

    Robert

    “PSA, Energy Drink, and the Monday That Sneezed on Me”

    Alright, my ragtag tribe of warriors, poets, and people who also weren’t ready for Monday — gather ‘round.

    Because baby Yeshua heard my prayers this morning and granted me a slow Monday at work. Minimal patients. Minimal emails. No meetings. Just me, my caffeine, and the gnawing realization that Friday was five minutes ago and somehow Monday snuck up like a ninja with a grudge.

    So yeah — bedtime? 3 AM.

    Work start? 8:30-ish.

    Mood? Somewhere between “Doc Holliday with a cough” and “is it Friday yet?”

    BUT since the universe handed me a breather, let me rock your brains with a little PSA from your friendly neighborhood nurse:

    ☠️ TB IS NOT DEAD — IT’S JUST HIDING. ☠️

    Yeah, tuberculosis. That old-timey-sounding disease you thought got buried with Victorian corsets and Wild West saloons? Guess what — it’s still here.

    👉 Facts you didn’t know you needed but I’m giving you anyway:

    TB infects millions every year worldwide. It can snooze in your body for YEARS without making you sick. It’s treatable. It’s curable. But you gotta catch it.

    💉 HOW TO KNOW IF YOU’RE SHARING LUNGS WITH A GHOST:

    Simple blood test from your doc. If positive, chest X-ray tells if it’s infection (quiet, non-contagious) or disease (active, contagious). Symptoms? Cough that won’t quit Fever, chills, night sweats Weight loss, no appetite Three weeks or longer = 🚨🚨🚨

    If you’ve been hanging around someone with TB, or you live/travel in high-risk areas, get tested.

    Don’t wait. Don’t Google-diagnose. Don’t play TB roulette with your loved ones.

    🔥 FINAL WORD FROM YOUR FAVORITE SLEEP-DEPRIVED, ROCKSTAR NURSE:

    TB doesn’t care who you are.

    But you can care enough to check.

    One test at a time, one early treatment at a time — we can knock this sneaky bastard out.

    #SaintDirtyFace, #WorkdayRamble, #NurseLife, #TBawareness, #CoughCoughDocHolliday, #PSAWithAttitude, #MondayMeltdown, #NotReadyForThis

    See ya, sinners and saints — imperfect on purpose, sharp-tongued by design, NSFW by divine accident. 💥😈🤘🏼