I certainly feel like this one is a day that shouldn't exist.
I came home so exhausted that i don't remember falling asleep, don't remember crawling into bed beside Michael. I don't remember peeling off my scrubs, wet with the water that i used to do a gastric lavage half an hour after i was supposed to clock out. I don't remember much of driving home, just that i fought to keep my eyes open.
I feel like I have started an event, been a catalyst of some sort. Maybe. I doubt it matters, in the end. Everyone loves to think that all of my (anger, hate, annoyance) is directed at them alone. Don't be silly ... I have plenty to go around for everyone.
I'd like to say I'm sorry for offending anyone with what I'm posted. Truthfully, though, I'm not.
I doubt I'll be coming out much anymore. I can only deal with so much stress. I'm tired of the games, the politics. I'm tired of the people.
My life is richer without all of this bullshit.
Those of you that know I love you ... I still love you.