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Nov. 27th, 2006 11:01 pmIt's so hard going to bed after a day off... Going to bed means the day has ended and tomorrow another day at work begins.
I'm worn out from work. I've been carrying 8-10 patients for a week now, discharging one, only to collect another 3...or a bouceback, a patient that I had only just discharged. The Q3 call (call every three nights) for 3 straight calls bled me dry and I'm only now recovering, only to face another call (my last!) on Wednesday. All things come to an end... Thursday will be the end of this rotation, just in time for me to move back to neurology with the three pagers and even more painful calls. (But on the plus side, another 2+ weeks in the NICU! yay!)
I tried to spend the day doing things around the house, namely scrapping paint off the wall again. It is excruciatingly slow, and I'm getting frustrated. I want to be done! I want my room to be pretty and painted brightly in one color that I picked out, not still finding deeper layers of paint below the salmon pink.
Plus, Chris is coming to visit in a week. One week from tomorrow. Guh. How could it have come up so quickly? He's doing an interview tour, and I'll only get to spend like twenty minutes with him, but it's twenty minutes more than the usual. He'll stay the night on Tuesday and hopefully find someway to entertain himself while I'm at work and then we'll meet up before he takes off for the next destination. I'm hoping to get off early... I found out the exact days he was coming too late and I can't get the day off. The plan is to then meet him in Chicago for the weekend.... I've avoided going to Chicago like the plague, but I don't think I'm going to be successful this time. Anybody with any suggestions of what to do there?
In any case, I want things ready when he comes, show off my pretty house, and that doesn't look like it's going to happen. *sigh*
Nonmedical update on the rest of my life upcoming, I promise.
I'm worn out from work. I've been carrying 8-10 patients for a week now, discharging one, only to collect another 3...or a bouceback, a patient that I had only just discharged. The Q3 call (call every three nights) for 3 straight calls bled me dry and I'm only now recovering, only to face another call (my last!) on Wednesday. All things come to an end... Thursday will be the end of this rotation, just in time for me to move back to neurology with the three pagers and even more painful calls. (But on the plus side, another 2+ weeks in the NICU! yay!)
I tried to spend the day doing things around the house, namely scrapping paint off the wall again. It is excruciatingly slow, and I'm getting frustrated. I want to be done! I want my room to be pretty and painted brightly in one color that I picked out, not still finding deeper layers of paint below the salmon pink.
Plus, Chris is coming to visit in a week. One week from tomorrow. Guh. How could it have come up so quickly? He's doing an interview tour, and I'll only get to spend like twenty minutes with him, but it's twenty minutes more than the usual. He'll stay the night on Tuesday and hopefully find someway to entertain himself while I'm at work and then we'll meet up before he takes off for the next destination. I'm hoping to get off early... I found out the exact days he was coming too late and I can't get the day off. The plan is to then meet him in Chicago for the weekend.... I've avoided going to Chicago like the plague, but I don't think I'm going to be successful this time. Anybody with any suggestions of what to do there?
In any case, I want things ready when he comes, show off my pretty house, and that doesn't look like it's going to happen. *sigh*
Nonmedical update on the rest of my life upcoming, I promise.
