Paybacks, it is said, are bitches... or something like that. Friday night was a payback for a lot of good nights, like the night before.
Very busy... I didn't even get a chance to get started on my paperwork until 07:00, and there was a pile of it.
Additionally, I only got about three hours of sleep yesterday. Just couldn't get to sleep, but I spent five hours trying. I really hate to waste time like that.
When I did get up last night, I found Karen and Kim and Patrick and Lacee cooing over our lastest household addition... a year-old calico cat. Female, of course, de-clawed and spayed. A girl at work had mentioned that she had a cat and her husband couldn't stand it... this was before vacation, and I told her that we would take it if she still had it after we got back.
Nice little cat, interesting markings... friendly, and she and the other cat, Sam(antha) seem to be getting along OK so far. Lots of hissing and stuff, and they need to have a fight and get it over with, but it won't happen while Karen's around... but I think that they'll be fine.
My whole body hurts this morning. As I've said before, I love my work, but not my job. Luckily, Karen is home this morning, so I got a nice back rub... I sure wish that I had the hot tub done, it would be perfect on a day like today.
O'well... four more nights. They all won't be this bad.
Don't let them be this bad.
Two code red trauma patients, and several drunks, and a 15-year-old pregnant girl who was drunk out of her skull and had been beaten up by her boyfriends. Not a fun night. I had to call in the CT tech twice...
Anyway... more tomorrow.