Too Much
Sitting here again at 3:00 in the morning not because I want to but because I have little choice. This job will be the death of me. Weather sucks. Everybody else in the department is at home tucked in safe and warm except Renee. She decided to stay so she wouldn’t lose overtime. Me…gotta keep the patients covered. There’s a nice bunch of young nurses on the unit so the chatter helps me to stay awake. Didn’t I just do this same thing four days ago? Ninety minutes of sleep in 24 hours is not enough. I gave birth to one child. Why do my employees feel they need to be cared for by someone? Who the hell is going to take care of me? I know…..the mortician!
I’ve earned some time for myself. I want to visit my son but I’m short money and can’t take time off work. I feel terrible for him that he has to travel so far but I miss him.
I’m too stubborn for my own good. I’m afraid I’ll pay with the loss of my physical mind. Don’t want to be a shell. Feel like I already am. It’s too damned much.
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