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 have symptoms, but they are mild honestly. I don't think it's COVID, but then again it could be. It's so hard to say. The truth is I suppose that I don't care, or if I do it won't change anything.
If I have it now, great, I can barrel through some long days, sleep the rest, suffer, and be done with it for ever. If not, great, I'll be less sick for shorter and stay safe.
The ED was a nightmare tonight though. Good, productive, I felt like I really helped. But a nightmare still. Nonstop COVID. back to back. constant exposure. It's ludacris. I suppose its expected.
That's all, there's more, much more, but I'm tired and need to sleep.
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