Aug 06, 2014 19:04
Talk about a week from hell. So last I left I was sick. And then I got a LOT sicker. Which sucked because I was looking down the barrel of 72 hours on call.
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Lets just say it didn't go very well.
The one redeeming feature in that crazy, delirious, feverish, myalgic, sleep deprived mess was that Adon was there for comforting hugs and monitoring of my fluid balance and food vs analgesia intakes.
And then there was a blurred drive back to perth Monday morning.
And then Seriously Badass Cold released a follow up album and the conjunctivitis kicked in, so I started my first day on Plastics RPH looking like the devil child and a seriously unwell one at that. Did I mention I was on call? I think the Plastic senior I was with must have taken pity on me, cos at 9pm when I still hadn't left, he turned up and saw 3 more with me. And around 11 when I stumbled home, Icompletely crashed. Which is why I woke up to the 7am vibrations of adon's fitbit completely panicking cos I was meant to be at the hospital by 7 and also my phone was dead. *facepalm*. Managed to make it half a day before I finally called in sick, and now one of the seniors has kindly told me that the last 3 weeks of Friday trauma meetings has backed up, (which I need to present) and oh year, I should better get cracking on it.
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I'm going to make it through this week if it kills me.
(also Adon is now down with what I had sigh)
ilu cats and adon,
where is my weekend,
i hate you everyone else :(,
hating life