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I can't shake the feeling that I should have a million things to do when I get home from work at night. I'm still not used to being able to come home and not have to worry about papers, reading, homework, studying, news meetings, news office hours, photo assignments, color correction, or night classes.
It's weird.
So I basically always feel like I'm supposed to be doing something when I get home from work. but I rarely have something pressing to do. It means plenty of time for reading, though! Which I am quite happy with.
I'm not excited about tomorrow. They're taking my client off the vent tomorrow around 11. Send her good vibes please! We were talking about her at the bar last night (I went to Ott's with Matt and my friend Jen... they both work with me) and I got kinda choked up because I miss her quite a bit. I just have so many feelings on the situation that I don't even know how to get them all down in words. I visited her in the ICU a week ago and I knew when I left that she wasn't going to make it. So I got to say what I wanted to say and I'm prepared and all that. I can't imagine how her family feels-- for a lot of reasons. It's awful to see how family's basically abandon people with mental illnesses. They're feeling horribly guilty now-- which part of me empathizes and sympathizes with while part of me thinks, "Good. They should."
It's weird.
So I basically always feel like I'm supposed to be doing something when I get home from work. but I rarely have something pressing to do. It means plenty of time for reading, though! Which I am quite happy with.
I'm not excited about tomorrow. They're taking my client off the vent tomorrow around 11. Send her good vibes please! We were talking about her at the bar last night (I went to Ott's with Matt and my friend Jen... they both work with me) and I got kinda choked up because I miss her quite a bit. I just have so many feelings on the situation that I don't even know how to get them all down in words. I visited her in the ICU a week ago and I knew when I left that she wasn't going to make it. So I got to say what I wanted to say and I'm prepared and all that. I can't imagine how her family feels-- for a lot of reasons. It's awful to see how family's basically abandon people with mental illnesses. They're feeling horribly guilty now-- which part of me empathizes and sympathizes with while part of me thinks, "Good. They should."