Long day

This week my schedule was a little different. Instead of having clinical on Wednesday, I had it on Thursday. Not a big deal, right? I thought it was going to be awesome because I usually have duty on Tuesdays and only get 4 hours of sleep before I have to be at the hospital for 12 hours.

Well, Wednesday night ended up being pretty hectic here in the dorm and I didn't get to sleep until well past 1:30am.

I woke up at 5:15, got ready, and drove to the hospital drinking my coffee as fast as I could hoping that it would magically give me the energy that sleep does.

I got there early like always, I like sitting and breathing before the day gets crazy.

Usually around 6:20 the rest of my group starts dragging themselves in. This didn't happen. 6:25 came, then 6:30. No one.

I started to wonder.

Then it hit me.

Clinical starts at 8 on Thursday.

DANG!

I walked back out to my car, sat in that beautiful blue seat and felt like crying.

I. AM. SO. TIRED.

So, I went to starbucks, drank more coffee, and read about schizophrenia.

Drove back to the hospital at 7:45 and began my day.

Let me just say this: at 8:30 pm, if I would had the energy I would have sprinted out of that place.

But I didn't. I walked slowly, breathing in the fall air and talking about how weird the day was with my nursing peeps.

When I got to my car I laid my head on that beautiful blue steering wheel and sighed, called Andrew and drove home.

Home? Is that was this is.

I guess so.

For the next two months at least.