*is so ded*

[fredericks]

Between one and two o'clock this afternoon I started to feel like someone was walking behind me hitting me with the tired stick. I got stuck working this weekend and the weekend managers and/or random shitty luck left me with a very taxing assignment - over the last two days I've seen 17 patients, with four of those visits being admission visits (v. long and involving). It must be karmic payback for something. I managed to wrap up most of my work about an hour and a half ago, but I still have some more charting to complete that I've leaving for the ride into the office tomorrow. Best believe I'm going to ask for overtime, but I've yet to gather the balls to ask for ALL the OT I should get (TPTB would keel right the fuck over after laughing in my face if I asked for 4 hours OT for yesterday and 6 hours for today...BUT THAT'S HOW MUCH EXTRA WORK I'VE BEEN FORCED TO DO!). Missed kickoff for the StuporBowl and then ended up trying to tackle my charting with the TV and cheers from the family blasting my eardrums.

Need. Rest. Too much doubt. I keep thinking about what I've done this weekend with the patients and I end up second-guessing myself. I hope they keep me in the office tomorrow. Tuesday cannot come fast enough.

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