I’m ready to go. I’m getting frustrated over silly things, and over things I can’t really change. Don’t get me wrong, the minute I walk off the floor, I just wanna run back in and do more shit; when we come back from the UN, the first thing I do is go check on my patients. I’m definitely enjoying it.
But I’m ready to go home tomorrow.
The shower in my room dribbles out. Last night, the ER gals told me to shower in their room because they have excellent water pressure. I have never felt so clean and so refreshed. (Well, I’m sure I have, but it definitely is up there in the top 10.)
Assisted with a surgery today — scrubbed in and everything. My necrotic foot lady, now AKA. Now, we wait and hope she gets better.
{Kathleen, our DON, gave me a compliment today and said that she was really impressed by my work. 
It’ll give me the right amount of high to get me through.}
I’m ready to go, but I kinda want to come back. A lot of wins.
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Barry, I have followed all your blog posts (love that you’re blogging again) and can I just say that you are such a freakin’ ROCK STAR!?!?!
Momma Duck is VERY proud to have been even a SMALL part of the awesome nurse you are today!!!!!!
Teresa =)