life in the ICU is crazy, y'all.
i've been working like a dog for 14 hours a day
keeping people alive and taking names
battling the ever-hostile Internal Medicine environment
and dealing with a barrage of venomous hatred directed toward Emergency Medicine at large
primarily being channeled through me.
basically they hate my guts.
best working atmosphere imaginable, right?
but press on, i must.
tonight i start nights.
so i went to lunch with a friend
(read: i actually got dressed.)
this is the second time i've worn my wellies on a blustery day
that has actually turned out to be pretty sunny.
leaving me looking ridiculous in my rain boots.
|oh hey there|
i'm forced to take self-portraits
because my husband is all snap, snap, i'm out.
he takes like 1.5 crappy pictures and then refuses to take any more.
and don't worry.
your eyes aren't bad. these are just out of focus.
apparently i take crappy pictures too.
here's what i'm wearing, if you're curious:
wellies- Hunter; cords- Gap; sweater/ruffled shirt/belt- J.crew
(can you tell this is my favorite sweater?)
i'm grumpy today.
i'm not looking forward to living like a vampire all week.