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My calloused fingers sort of sore from writing. My legs fatigued and aching like I
just ran in a 25K marathon, which probably is the same distance I covered while
walking/running around the hospital. Slumping into my sheets, I prayed I would
fall into an instantaneous slumber.
11: 20 am
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I lie awake for about an hour, recalling doctors orders. Rechecking. Reviewing
the work I have done. Making quite sure there is no possibility of mistake, which
is totally nonviable. Though I dont strive for perfection, I try to come as close as I
can get to it, just enough for my superego to shut up and grant me a peaceful
doze.
But no.
Code Blue! Even in my dreams that defibrillator shrieks like a maniac. I see it all.
Breaking epinephrine ampules. aspirating syringes, NGT feeding, Doctors and
nurses handwriting. ugh. What a nightmare!
1 pm. This time, wake up alarm is triggered by the pain caused by my gastric
juices. I chose to ignore. This round is won my by reticular activating system.
Sorry tummy, you cant have it all.
4 pm. My tummy is a monster. He just wont give up . Crawling out of bed, I eat
whatever is edible inside the refrigerator. Just absolutely anything. I dont really
mind much since Im half asleep anyway. When done, I resume my interrupted
comatose state.
6 pm. Its the inherent dinner time alarm. I get up, hoping theres something good
in the table. At this point, I am officially awake. GCS 15 awake until 2 am.
Yikes! Gotta go back to sleep. 8 am to report on duty tomorrow.
Goodnight everyone!