holy muddah of gawd.

I'm on my last shift this week--forty hours in four days.

This schedule doesn't feel like work, it feels like Sisyphean punishment.

Particularly brutal was the fact that I worked two twelve hour shifts, followed by two eights.

Luckily, the twelve hour shifts were manageable, and yesterday's eight hour felt like vacation--okay, so a vacation that entails wiping other people's butts and waiting on them hand and foot.

Meanwhile, back at the farm, there's nothing new or funny to report.

I'm hoping tonight is just busy enough to make the time go by, just chill enough that it's not a stressful hassle.

Well, more of a stressful hassle than nursing is ordinarily, any ways.