The other day I was tired. Today I am old. Got our collective butt kicked at work today, and tomorrow looks like it will be more of the same.
Owen arrives here in the morning at 6:45am. I’m hoping for some snuggle time in the big bed before we have to wake Decky. Owen will be over until 11am, then I have to go to work from 12noon to 9pm. Where I will get my butt handed to me once again.
My only consolation is that it’s just a nine-hour shift as opposed to my usual twelve.
We’ve been so shorthanded and crazy-busy at work lately. I don’t know what’s going on, but we’ve seen a drastic increase in our census every single day. And each shift is short-staffed due to call-ins or just lack of available nurses. It’s not a good situation for anybody.
So my legs feels swollen and sore from running for twelve hours today. My mind is porous and unable to form substantive thought. My emotions are running right along the edge of despair. And my psyche is friable and fragile.
And I get to do it all again tomorrow. Lucky me.