Just call me Grace

Posted on | August 15, 2010 | 2 Comments

Okay God, it's time to talk.  Let's review my night. 

First I start spotting, 9 pm.  Nothing I didn't see coming but saddening nonetheless.

9:50 pm: I walk up our hardwood stairs to feed the begging mutts, I lose my footing and tumble down a flight of stairs, backwards and somehow landing in fetal position after doing a complete flip.  A very bloody knee and extremely bruised & sore back, I now have to go to work, 10:10 pm (because according to my contract, you can't call in sick unless it's three hours before your shift.  whateeeeever). 

02:00 am after limping around my unit all night, I get a new patient.  She delivers a beautiful baby, although she got her tubes tied years ago.  Hmph...  as I continue to spot.  And now I'm pretty sure a rib or two in my back is broken (since I've had broken ribs before - and this feels worse). 

So I'm just wondering after a bloody leg, broken rib, and a slap in the face - what gives?

I'd appreciate some feedback soon.

Sincerely,

April

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