Missing A Nail

One of my fingernails came off and I'm so glad. Really, I am. It's the best thing that's happened to me all week. A couple of months ago when I broke my finger, the bottom half of the nail tore away from the flesh. I tried taping it back together, but it didn't take. So, for the past couple of months, I've had to put up with a dangling nail that keeps catching on things and pulling. Finally, enough of the nail grew out that I was finally able to free myself from that annoying thing. It's not a pretty site, but I don't care. I'm free.

The last few days have been bad because my unit is still closed at work and I hate floating. Some of my coworkers are calling in sick everyday because they don't want to float either which has made us even more short-staffed than usual. I'm not sure what management is hoping to accomplish by closing my unit, but it has resulted in some very unhappy, over-worked nurses. It's bad when the best thing that happens to you all week is having your fingernail come off.