Gina Bean!

Because I’m a nerd, I calculated how many hours I’ll have worked in between days off.  (It was a mistake but I’ll write about it anyway.)  In 17 days, I will work more than 200 hours.  I know which elevators to take and which to avoid, I’m on a first-name basis with most of the nurses, and I’ve spent more time in call rooms and team rooms than my own bed.

Luckily though, Evan’s dad called off their weekend because of the rain in Durant, so he’s still here.  I had a bit of a meltdown last night when my exhaustion hit me all at once, so it was a good thing he hadn’t left me alone with the dog.  Moira would’ve probably tried to comfort me by licking my face, and I would’ve probably broken out in a rash.