Quote of the day:(or maybe even longer...) "There is nothing less important in life than the score at half-time"
Yup, got another ten hours, and I feel a lot better. Another big factor is that the weather has perked up considerably... that terrible humidity is finally gone, and last night was a beautiful night.
But I had to work anyway, dammit. Well, not too hard, though. In fact, it was one of the lightest nights that I've had in a long time. I liked it a lot.
Night before last... Wednesday night... I almost lost it with a patient, come closer that I ever have before... close enough to decking the guy that it scared me. The pateint was a 16YO white guy with the filthiest mouth that I've heard in a long time. I was working with one of the female techs, and he called her a fucking bitch and stood up like he was going to hit her... not that he knew what he was doing, I don't know, he was either stoned out of his mind or just crazy... but I got between him and her and I really wanted for him to make a move at me, just because somebody needed to knock the shit out of this kid.
And my mood was such that I was ready. Luckily, it didn't come to that, and one of the security guys was on the spot really quickly. I like that about them.... there when you need them.
Almost all of the time, I can keep my cool and not react to patients being drunk and belligerent. Many times, with head injuries, even little old ladies that have never said a cuss word in their lives or raised a hand toward anyone will become verbally and physically abusive... and this is common with drunks, too. I can understand. I don't necessarily like it, but I understand.
And I understand this kid, too. He had been through a traumatic incident, he had a background of being abused, he was not too mentally healthy... 
but something deep inside of me cried enough! when he acted like he was threatening my coworker.
And my mood as of late... well, maybe I was looking for a reason to unload on someone. I'm glad that it didn't come to that, and coming that close is scary. I won't forget that kid.
O'yeah, he wound up being physically OK.
Lacee's babysitter had to take her mom to the Dr. today, so her KC grandma came up to babysit with her. Well, Lacee got some shots for school yesterday (She told me, "I cried, Grampa...") and she's not feeling too well. When KC Grandma got here, Lacee decided to hide in the bathroom, didn't want to go with her, in general just threw a fit. Hopefully, she'll settle down.
I will definitely be settling down now... once again, I'm really fatigued. And I've been getting all of this sleep, too...