Sitting here thinking, "Gee, I really should get busy and write up those vacation entries..."
Nah... not after a thirteen-hour night... at one point I had three people insisting that their department/patient is my priority. Of course, I let them continue believing that. Just not at that particular time.
I do still have my notes, of course, but the memories are fading, as they seem to more frequently than in days of yore. And fading more fleetly, too.
Anyhoo, I did run most of the night last night, even having trouble breathing at one point. Fucking cigarettes.
Double-patches real soon now. Most of you won't know what that means, but that's OK.
The hot-tub pump is ready. Now all I have to do is pay for it and pick it up and put it in and clean the hot tub up... looking forward to doing that again, we missed most of the last two years.
I hung around work until after 08:00 to talk to my supervisor... whenever I want to talk to her, she comes in at 08:00, but on all other days she comes in at 07:00 or 07:30. I asked her why that was, and she didn't understand that it was a rhetorical question and started explaining...
Anyway, and as usual, I'm dog-tard, and I'm going to go to sleep now. Luckily, I don't have to go in until 21:00... it's my first night back from vacation!