today is the first day i've had opportunity to blog in a long long while
and true to form, i don't really feeeeeel like blogging.
i start a string of night shifts in the Trauma ICU tonight.
six in a row.
just me, an OB/GYN intern, and 12 of the sickest patients in the hospital.
fun times. just trying to keep everyone alive until morning.
to prepare, i'm painting my nails
(it was time)
going to the gym
(again, it was time. it's been awhile.)
(good sweet Lord, yes.)
and avoiding phone calls from a sergeant
claiming there's a "detail" i've been "tasked with"
(translation: it's time for my urine drug test.)
if they think i'm going to skip my nap to go pee in a cup, they're smoking crack
which would, of course, make their piss test positive.
in other news,
i've started seeing a counselor about my emotional overload issues.
i'm not sure i like her, actually.
but she did recommend some things that just might help.
so we'll see.
she described me as a tire that keeps getting air pumped into it, but hasn't stopped to let out any air, and is going to pop. or has popped?
either way, sounded pretty accurate to me.
so i'm trying to decompress a bit.
not go postal.
that sort of thing.
and i found out my Christmas/New Year's schedule isn't *quite* as terrible as i'd thought.
working Christmas Eve till midnight
but off Christmas Day.
off New Year's Eve, but working New Year's Day
BUT not until 11pm.
working the night shift before my birthday
so i'll turn 29 in the ER
and be sleeping most of my day of birth
but up in time to maybe go to dinner or something equally celebratory.
so there's hope.
plus, in two short weeks, i'm headed to California
for this lovely lady's #BS2
blates will abound, my friends.
it's going to be epic.
for now, i'll leave you with another shot from our Xmas card shoot
because these are the only photos taken around here these days
gosh i'm gonna miss this guy for the next 6 nights.
and may the trauma gods go easy on me...