Work was rough. Rough as we (my resident nurse and I) spent over 2 hours on the telephone with a somali interpreter. Rough as in we spent the last 1.75 hours of our 12 HOUR SHIFT (my third in a row for fuck's sake) charting, and that's not counting all the charting we did in the previous 11 hours. Rough as in the fetal heart rate looked like crap all day long (but we had a good baby in the end with a healthy mom, so not so bad) which is really stressful and made my brain hurt because I couldn't fix it. Rough because I was teaching my lovely resident at the same time how to be a good nurse. Lucky for me she's already a good nurse. I've really lucked out with students/residents, both great girls and smart cookies.
And I'm stressing AGAIN about not getting pregnant. Cried again today. Over something that hasn't happened yet, but might happen because I know too much and work with pregnant ladies all day long and it's exhausting. I wouldn't be this stressed if I was an accountant. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, and I can't smell the cheap zinfendel I'm drinking. Blah Blah Blah...it could be worse at least you don't live in New Orleans....well, my fears might not be life threatening but they're MINE damnit. I make no apologies for them. Except like would like them to go away. I miss feeling happy.
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