I look at that sentence and realize how alarming that can be to people who don't work in that field. No I was not a patient who crashed. No it wasn't a pb episode I hear the lovely lap banders talk about. I was physically stuck in surgery. 11 hours into my shift I find out they added a case to the or schedule that I needed to be present for. Then I find out they added another. I looked at the surgeon ( who happens to be a very kind and generous man who always tries to do the right think and thusly makes more work for all of us) and told him that he legally only had me till 11:30. Labor laws and all. He states "what do I do if I want you illegally?"
"Send a lot of emails buddy"
So that's how I ended up working a 16 and half hour shift yesterday.
I come home to lava lamp having ate the last two of my egg muffins. Perfect little morsels that I eat for breakfast, take 2 hours to cook, and that we don't have the ingredients for in the house.
What the %#€}!!!!
Of all the things he could have ate, it had to be my breakfast for the next day didn't?
Do you have this problem? How do the loved ones in your house thwart your progress? How do you deal with it? Should I kill him?
So now I have been up for 4 hours. I'm dizzy and nauseous because I haven't eaten and nothing sounds good. Nothing at all.
Any suggestions on how to regroup when things go wrong?
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