can't wait until 8 o'clock

i'm working night shift this week and it's been slow as molasses. i guess thats a good thing. although, i like some action! i know, i'm incredibly morbid. but for some reason i'm at my best when things are emergent.

right now i'm drinking gingerale to combat the nausea i feel from not sleeping.

the night hit it's highest point when one of our little older ladies wandered out of her room, disoriented. she said her leg hurt. i looked at it and she had scratched it so much it looked raw. so i helped her back to bed and put some cream on it. she asked me if i would be here the whole night. i said yes. she said, 'oh - i'm so glad, so glad.' i could see the worry and anxiety disappear from her face. then she closed her eyes, breathed deep and felt safe enough to fall asleep.

that made working the night shift so worth it.