It was a KILLER night, Sunday night was, figuratively and literally. Luckily (I say luckily, but I planned it this way...) I was not the one who got the literal part.

This is going to be whiney. I feel whiney. I had to work too hard, and I twisted my knee again and it really hurts and I'm running a 101 temp and blowing green snot outa my head and I don't feel real good.

Actually, it was a pretty good trauma, as these things go... the guy that was working with me is a damned good tech, but I haven't worked a trauma with him in years. I'm used to taking the lead, showing everyone else the way to do stuff... but Leon and I worked together very well.

Unfortunately, it was busy as hell not counting the trauma, which made it even worse. O'well, it was fun. Except for the part where I hurt my knee... O'right, I've already done my whining, haven't I?

And I've done a 180 on my attitude towards the supervisor job. I can't change things from the outside, especially from below... and I can do some good, which will make me feel good, which will make up for some of what I would lose by changing jobs...

Maybe, for a while, anyway... I can lessen the amount of bullshit. I can try, anyway.

And I couldn't forgive myself if I wouldn't even try.

And I want to thank all of you that wrote and helped me with this problem. Once again, and very sincerely, thanx for being here!