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Showing Original Post only (View all)Can't sleep, frustrated, disgusted, enraged, nauseous. [View all]
After another 10 hour shift dealing with patients in petrified fear and frustration wearing hot sweat box of veritable space suit. I came home so damn shop worn and sticky, so tired of stripping and painstakingly bagging my scrubs to take to the hot wash akin to handling radioactive plutonium, soapy showering until certain I've murdered an exceptional percentage of integumentary flora and still worried this blight could be transmitted to my loved ones, pet care and home support. Barely able to muster the appetite to gingerly consume a microwave meal, falling asleep too tired to even get through one hour episode of a DVD serial...
And now up at 0430 with such angry insomnia that the idiots elected PHONEY BALONEY the CLOWN to handle dire and massively lethal calamity like it was a pesky inconvenient interruption to his royal jester repartory.