Again, tard. Had to work way too hard. Ran, confused circles, figure eights, met myself coming and going. Frequently bumping into myself, causing bruises, cuts and contusions.
Was forced to write someone up. Man, I hate it when that happens. This is only the third time in 29 years. Someone who was not in the decision tree made a decision, and it was a really wrong one. Everything worked out OK, though, for the patient. But procedure wasn't followed. Damn.
Legs hurt. Back hurts. Belly hurts.
Last night is numbered among my least-favorite nights. The only redeeming thing was.... was .... well, there wasn't any. There weren't any.
The left front tire on my brain has blown, I'm all over the road. Right wheel on the shoulder, overcompensating... missed that truck by mere inches.
Pull over to the side, change the wheel.... take a nap. Long, nice nappie. Here nappie nappie... here, nappie...