So the most exciting thing that happened at work today was this:
I don’t know if you can tell from the photo, but I had a pretty huge goose egg on my forehead. It didn’t come from anything scary or dangerous like an inmate elbowing me in the head or a correctional officer accidentally hitting me with a baton. No, it happened because I was in a huge hurry to use the restroom. I quickly locked my door, swung around to race out of there, and ran right into the corner of a shelf that was protruding from the wall next to my office door.
I had to be escorted to the clinic by a correctional officer, and medical staff looked me over to make sure I was okay. I probably could have requested to go home afterwards, but I stuck around because I had three patients scheduled this afternoon. The funny thing is that each one of them noticed the goose egg the moment they sat down across the desk from me and immediately expressed concern for my safety and well-being. Which is kind of heart-warming when you consider that they are convicted felons in a prison. At least I know I’m not working entirely with cold-blooded sociopaths.