I'm off to Barbados Monday morning. Today, Saturday, I basically got most of my stuff done. I can't wait to get there, so I can finally relax. All of this preparation  has run me ragged.

Those rustling sounds from behind the piano

After chuckling to myself about my cousin's rodent problem, I'm not laughing anymore. It would appear we have visitors behind the piano. I think it came through a small opening in the living room floor board. This just sucks. I need to go to work, get ready for my trip in less than 3 weeks and now this. Things will be thrown out tomorrow, starting with that mungy rolled up rug behind the piano. Maybe this is god's way of telling us it time to de-clutter this apartment. I will be throwing out everything in that living room that is just harbouring dust.

This is not a pleasant feeling at all. I feel violated by this furry trespasser. Damnit to hell, now I'm gonna have to clean my room which is a task that is about 3 days of work. I really don't need this now.

Post Mortem of Monday and Tuesday night at work

Monday night: code blue, code white, aspirating on vomitus, no breaks, feeling like quitting my job then and there.

Tuesday night: quiet, twitchy med student, feeling  after effects of  Monday night. End of shift-freedom from this hell for the next 2 days.

Looking for an out in the future cause I'll go crazy on this floor

I hate it when the weekend ends....

I actually feel myself getting depressed as midnight passes by, signaling the dawn of Monday. I'm all ready for work, physically. Mentally, I'm not looking forward to it. But alas, if I want the bucks I'll just have to soldier on.