How is it that 12 hours in bed can seem so short, yet 12 hours at work is so bloody long? Yesterday was my first experience working an unpaid 12-hour day at the hospital (and actually I kinda lie because we got to leave an hour early, so it was really 11). Not something I intend to repeat for any significant period of time. This just reinforces my belief that I can't sanely work in a hospital. Thank god for the breaks.....and for friends to spend the breaks with..it's the only thing that makes the day bearable.....

I recall working the occasional 12 hour shift as a bartender and/or waitress, and while it seemed long, I don't recall it being as bad as this. Then again, I was also getting paid well for it and had unimpeded access to alcohol........hmmmmmmmmm....

And the scrubs, good god the scrubs....as though stumbling around, sleep deprived carrying a bedpan weren't detrimental enough to one's sense of dignity, we must do so in what is unequivocally the most unattractive uniform ever. No wonder so many health care workers seek comfort in amphetamines.............

Still want a bike...need a bike...well, okay need a car and want a bike......the bruises are staring to heal, tho

Oh, speaking of the bruises.....yesterday morning we had this inservice(like a seminar) on domestic violence identification and prevention...as they were talking about clues that an injury is the result of violence, such as bruising along the underside of the forearm consistent with a defensive pose, I suddenly felt all these eyes on me and looked down at my own bruised and battered forearm flagrantly displayed in my short sleeves (damn scrubs again!)....arg...

Motorcycle course$350
Tuition $7000
Scrub Top $30
Having motorcycle injuries mistaken for domestic violence.........priceless

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