Folks, this is killing me. KILLING ME.

Medic school finals for the quarter are 3 weeks away. I’m still in near the top of the class, but it’s tough. I found out my third quarter ride site is with a super busy service that’s based 148 miles from my house. Luckily, they do 48s, so I don’t have to drive quite as much.

Of course the part you don’t know is that my personal life has absolutely fallen apart and I feel like total hammered dogshit. I’m looking for a new place to live and I also have to go back to working as close to full time as I can at OAC to support myself through this mess.

I love you guys and gals. But I just can’t do this right now.

I. Just. Can’t.

Finishing P-School and my own sanity are the big concerns.

I hope I’ll be back soon.

My pager clamored for attention just after 4 this morning. I rolled out of my bunk and grabbed my glasses off the nightstand so I could read the page.

MEDIC RESPONSE: 1234 FAKE ST. RP SAYS DAUGHTER IS MANIC AND RUNNING AROUND NAKED AND SCREAMING. RP LOCKED IN BATHROOM. PD EN ROUTE.

Seriously? Why can’t people go crazy during the day?

Best part of the whole thing? I got to get a line on a naked, sweaty, fighting, cursing whirling dervish.

Did I mention this was just after 4 this morning?

“Yeah, Ativan sounds like a great idea!” I said, as my preceptor waved a vial from the fridge in my direction.

She was asleep by the time we arrived at the ED.

However, I was awake until shift change at 0700.

Back at it again tomorrow.