"The" feeling

I went into work yesterday with the feeling that it would be a bad day. Well it was. All the patients had already turned red by the time they were seen. Everyone i had seen in majors had to be admitted. Yes, sadly they were all ill. I almost crunched a cockroach under my shoe (gross). My 14 month run of 1st attempt successful ABGs ended abruptly yesterday. Crap. Oh, and did i mention i spilt lucozade all over myself...making my scrubs all sticky for the rest of the night. Yes, I was miserable. and it was only the 1st night out of 7. How like dat?

Currently doing: Getting my breakfast. I feel like i'm hung-over, but really, it's just the fatigue. There is no such thing as time for a relaxing glass of wine anymore - I have NO LIFE, remember?