The hospital was busy busy busy when I walked in last night... the techs that were there told me that it had been this way for the last week. Glad I was gone!
Everyone left at 21:30, though... and I ran until after 01:00. Did four CTs and a bunch of piddly stuff... fingers and toes and suchlike.
I was afraid that it would keep the pace all night, but when I looked around after doing a patient, I noticed that there wasn't another one for me to do.
And, of course, I'm tired. So I'm gonna go to bed soon, I've already stayed up too late... it's almost 10:30.
Several times recently I've felt like chucking this project, at least temporarily. A little hiatus... plenty of other journallers have done it. But I always come back to the fact that I generally like doing it. And I've got a pretty long unbroken string here, too.
But...
Most of the time what I write is pretty mundane. Pedestrian. Maybe one out of five days is OK, but the rest aren't. They're not what I want them to be, anyway.
I'm pretty surprised that anyone would want to read them except for my family, and I don't know if they really want to or they're just duty-bound to do it.
No, this isn't a plea for compliments. Criticism would be OK, though.
Anyway, I'm gonna keep thinking on it. And sleeping on it...