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Life has moved too quickly to chart daily on what happens, so I'll have to abbreviate the past few weeks of january.  first with some events  I've been working lots. I saw my first patient of mine who i knew and spoke to code and die, between the floor and the elevator before we stopped them at the ICU. so many events have taken place in the hospital. Yet, the days there are still slow sometimes. This past monday  for instance, positively dragged. I had nothing to do for nearly the entire 16 hour shift. I spend too much time staring at my phone, calculating the pay I'm making, eating whatever the cafeteria provides.  Today I made asparagus and peppers and boiled eggs and drank 3 beers. I feel so tired even now I feel I must retire to sleep again. It's been a 16, and 8, and a 16 tomorrow. The pace is break neck  I wish I had more reserve to write but I feel weary. I can only lay and watch or listen. tomorrow I will work again for nearly the last time.  the t...

 last night I went out to providence for Michaelas birthday  we had a good time, had some drinks. The lady who played us touch tunes was a real G. Even bought us green tea shots. (how do  you make thsoe)?  I want to  say more but I don't  have time before bed now.  I followed the white car home that night on 146 and laughed a lot as they panicked. They started it, in my defense,  but racing at 100 mph  and blocking me. Whatever.  Today I woke  up to the sunshine, how glorious, and  spent a relaxed morning before the  calls and emails started coming in. It became a blur. I actually went to the hospital to use the restroom, absurd as it is.  I picked  up a  shift at Saint Anne's and confirmed my fate for tomorrows additional 16 hours. 48 this week  plus  another 8, and unless I weasel out of it, another 8, making a nice round 64  I can't tell if  I'm  too  sick  or not. I...

 Waking up feeling somewhat weary,  and congested, and with a mild headache.  I slept my eight hours at least, and now that I'm listening to Coltrane and Duke spit over the dregs of my  morning  cup of coffee I'm feeling much better, albeit not quite  at 100%.  I'm  reading about incense and how to make it stick in my room. I think I'll  go shopping later and buy  some  I'll need groceries too. and probably some vitamins? And I need to clean my clothes.   I'm considering going back to work tomorrow, but doing so would require that I  

 18  hours  16  working  2 driving   $240 dollars  with an additional differential for the night  and triple overtime on top  they promise $24 for every hour if  you pull  48 in a week   and $30 for every hour at 60  plus differentials  plus 1.5x overtime for  20 hours it's a no brainer.  to pull 60 hours this week would reduce the next 5 to easy profits  and days off  to pull 60 hours, I could what is likely  10% of my entire income last year  to pull 60 hours I'll need to  take off 3 I had planned  and hope to take off an 8 for simplicities sake  I could work  

 1/1/22  I woke up this morning to a thick, dark blanket of fog. I got my coffee's from 2 shops as they opened at 0600 in the morning and set off on my way to Fall River. 146 was so deeply entrenched in fog I could hardly see more than a few seconds ahead on the road, but I plunged onward, shaving a few minutes off my ETA as I went. The streetlights near the broad and fast part of the highway after the last light and before you reach Lincoln, Rhode Island looked like bright buttons in a quit of cloud. Suddenly I felt I was no longer racing down the highway on a cold damp new morning, but that I was gently  maneuvering under a dank blanket which covered the hills and the trees and the towns, my hot breath blowing back in my face as I shifted it's batting with my fast moving car.  The day stayed so wet, though I spent most of it in the emergency room. It wasn't as exciting as Christmas or the day  the other week, in fact I spent the majority of day making calls to...

I'm in bed on a warm night, after several days of clouds and rain. I'm sick, and not enjoying it in the least, unsurprisingly. I went to urgent care today for over an hour hoping to get some antibiotics which would unclog my right ear and make me feel less like shit, but to my surprise the MA flushed out my ears, and when a particularly persistent bit of earwax wouldn't move, the PA came in and removed a huge yucky gob. I swear I felt 16 through 20k Hz come flooding in my ear with the zealous hiss of a newly styled, ikea brand urgent care room next to a chipotle. I felt pretty banging after that to be honest, and even went to the store waiting for Walgreen to cash in my chips for Predinsone. They hadn't yet, and I resolved to return home where I loitered on my couch, intermittently awash with malaise and some notions of sweeping or walking. I resolved to do neither, instead choosing to venture back out to Walgreen after a brief confirmatory phone call that my prescripti...