I was so enthusiastic this morning when I was inspired to blog again. I had all these ideas on what to blog about and I couldn't wait to begin! Adrenaline was rushing through my veins and I was wide awake even if I had only slept a mere 4 hours -- Went out with the girls, got home at 1am and woke up at 6am because my stomach was begging for food.

The day went just as well as it wore on. Went to church with Intsik (It's Palm Sunday!) and together we had lunch with my Mom. The day couldn't have gone better than expected but I guess I spoke too soon.

I was on the afternoon shift, 2pm to 10pm today. As usual, I left the house at 1 expecting to arrive around 1:30 at The Hospital, punched in and merrily, went down to the station where I was assigned. The same old routine.

What happened after that was like a whirlwind and all in a blur in my mind. I can't even recall a particular thing that made it a busy-busy-BUSY day. It seemed like everything was just so so wrong. I can't post details here as I am bound to keep my mouth shut about patients and their crazy, out of this world, "what-the-hell-were-you-thinking?!" moments.

I felt like I was stuck in a nightmare that would end, hopefully, at 10pm. The high I felt earlier was suddenly sucked out of me and I was drained of every shred of energy and optimism. It felt like what I had this morning was from a different time in another world.

I'm just glad that it's over. The nightmare did end but not at 10pm. The shift never ends on time. It was somewhere near 11 when I punched out. I didn't look. I didn't care. I just wanted to go home and crawl to bed.

I hope tomorrow will be a better day.

P.S.

What cheered me up during the entire 8 hour shift was dinner! Barbecue with the 2C staff.. =)