I am sooo wiped. I now feel bad for getting all huffy about Mark being tired all the time. My stress threshold was not built for this kind of busyness and preocupied thinking.
First my dear Bevie (resident at work) kept me all up all night. No, wait. First the other STAFF kept me up until past 1am just gibbering away. Gibbering is the perfect word for it too. She never frickin' stops, even with my hints proposing to the contrary. I was already exhausted when I got there, because the previous night I hadn't slept well, so I was looking forward to bundling up and going off to dreamland. But she just gabbed away. Everytime I thought she was gonna stop she'd just start over again.
It's a good thing she's cute.
Then Bevie, who just returned recently from the hospital, has gotten into the habit of waking up around 3am and wandering around the house trying to wake staff up for company. First she started a coughing fit, which was cured amazingly fast by my presence in the doorway. She asked for a tissue, I gave her the box, I climbed back in bed.
Then a little while later she started to cough after I coughed. I'm still not over my cold yet, so that was a little annoying.
Then she started wandering around the kitchen, getting water, opening the fridge, getting a snack, turning on lights, and trying to talk to me.
Debbie, the staff that kept me awake against my will at her chatter, was fast asleep of course. You have no idea how that irritated me.
Then the morning was a rush because I had MAP training (medication administration program... FINALLY!) at 9:30am in Springfield, so I left at 8am, got there early, stayed until 3:00pm, trecked over to W. Springfield to pick up my check (and got lost, of course), and then the car started to act up on me. I finally got it to start, then my vision started getting blurry because I had too much time on the way to the bank to think about present worries that I really wish I didn't have (Dad), and finally called Marky on the cellphone to forget about it. I got home, we went to Holyoke to buy a computer part for him, more books for me (B&N therapy... cheaper than psychotherapy), and now here I am at last.
For an hour and a half. Before I go to work. Shoot me now.
<i>It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people. - Terry Pratchett</i>