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I've worked 37 of the last 40 days and I don't get a break until Monday. 6 more days. If all is quiet but the sound of me crying softly into my energy drink, you'll know it's 5am again.
I love every second of it because I'm so happy to have a job. This weekend I was literally touring the facility and picking up the slack.
The residential nursing home I've been trying to get my dad into says they have one more nurse eval, but they think it will be a "good match"!
Off to bed to rest my aching body before tomorrow's inevitable morning meltdown. I think I sprained my pointer finger and dislocated my shoulder climbing halfway up a monkey rack to hook up the water line today. Ibuprofen don't fail me now...
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