Work, work, work...

How did our parents ever survive!? Dude...I go to the hospital and I work...I come home and I work...and I go to sleep...and I feel like I'm at work. Dude...never ending rat race this and that direction. Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.

Needless to say, last night was pretty crazy busy. Not only that, but I spent most of yesterday and last night/this morning recovering from puking all of the first half of Monday. I offically stopped barfing around 4:30 a.m. Monday morning, but still barf'in takes a lot outta ya! Jimminey!!! I think the coffee creamer I had in my coffee Sunday morning was to blame. No one was sick at home except me...and I was the only who drank creamer in my coffee Sunday a.m.

Anyway, I had great asperations of Kinecting up this a.m., but I'm too damn tired. Instead...I'll entertain you with some nursey humor. The sick thing is...it's true.