Crazy from the heat...

It's hot here. Seriously, ungodly hot. I keep watching the weather just to see if and when we can expect some relief but it never comes. I keep looking at the sky hoping that haze is really a cloud formation that might, just might, drop some cooling rain but it never does. It's horribly, miserably, disgustingly hot.

Yesterday, when we were getting in my non-air conditioned car, Alex asked, "What kind of weather is this???" My sentiments exactly.

When it gets like this people get crazy. Oh not right away, no. First, they get lethargic then the crazy sets in. It's a quiet sort of brain boiling crazy that makes people snap at a moments notice for no real reason except that it's hot. Yesterday at work, people were snapping all day long. There was no predicting it either. Some of the quietest, nicest, most unassuming people just went off and it can only be attributed to this heat.

When you work with people with mental illness, there are things you have to remind them of. One, dress for the weather. Medications make people's body temps go kerflooey and we get a lot of people walknig around in 90+ temps with sweatshirts and ski caps. Two, drink water. Lots of it. We try to have water here by the case on days like this so we can give them all some when they stop in. Three, GO HOME! Why people want to be out and about in this crap is beyond me but I swear I shooed more people out of here yesterday and told them to go home to sit in their AC.

I'm not immune to the heat. I hate it. I get cranky and know I am usually on the verge of my own snap. Today it's hot again and I hope I can hold it together.

Because I hate this. Have I said that? Well, I do. I like warm summer weather but this humidity has to go. I'm gonna go out and look at the clouds. Hoping...