My Head Still Hurts

Driving to work today, I was wondering if everyone knew something that I didn't, like perhaps a mandatory evacuation was ordered for Los Angeles? Everyone and their dog was leaving town. The freeways heading north were all jammed. Fortunately, I was headed south or I never would have made it to work on time. Although, thinking back, that would not have been a bad thing. Work was miserable. The charge nurse and aide both called in sick, so we just had to do without. So, guess who had to be charge? Because we were short-staffed, I also had to take a full load of patients.

Because I was charge, I was the one that everyone wanted to complain to and there was no shortage of things to complain about tonight. We were doing the best we could, but with a bad nursing ratio, we simply couldn't be everywhere at once like the patients expected. I also got abuse from confused patients. I know that it doesn't matter what a crazy person says, but it still affects me when someone cusses me out. One confused patient hit me on the head with a metal trapeze. It brought tears to my eyes and I wanted to fight back, but instead just walked away. (Too many witnesses)

It felt like I was arguing with people all evening, which I just hate. I want everything to be peaceful, calm and for everyone to get along. This was like practicing law all over again. Some people thrive on conflict, but not me. I wish that I could stay in bed and sleep most of tomorrow, but instead I have to go back to work and do it again. The only good thing about tomorrow is we get holiday pay and they feed us Thanksgiving dinner. No, wait, dinner is a bad thing. I'll take pictures of whatever it is that they feed us. It's not going to be pretty.