a sleepy masterpiece

Against my better judgement I have decided to write a blog. It is 5am and I have been awake all night long and am completely lacking the ability to thinking clearly. And yet I still blog. It is breaktime for me on medicine unit 5echo3 and not wanting to waste precious "downtime" doing homework I have commited myself to writing a masterpiece. I'll be sure to run my spellchecker over it later. I wish there were such things as grammar checkers. I know this may come as some surprise to you all, but even I must resort to a spellchecker every now and then. I have this nifty little electronic dictionary/thesaurus/spell-checker that I have been known to tote around from time to time just in case I ever need to correct someone or appear more brilliant than I really am. During the first few months of owning this silver beauty my friends and family became envious and started referring to me as geeky for possessing such an amazing grammatical tool. I had to keep the dictionary close at hand for fear of someone kidnapping it in a jealous rage. At first I kept it in my purse, but since I often left my purse unattended I became fearful that my poor little gadget was too vunerable. Especially with all my so-called "friends" lurking about. To rectify the situation I purchased a cute little fanny pack so that the dictionary would never have to leave my side, or rather, my fanny. Also, the fanny pack provides quick and easy access in the case that I ever find myself in an emergency situation. The fanny pack has quite a large capacity and can even hold things like water bottles, slap bracelets, and protective eyewear.

In other news, I must report that I am feeling quite ill at the moment. I just ate my supper, or should I say, breakfast and it seems as though my poor little stomach is not up to digesting at this hour. I don't blame it, I do not really want to function at this hour either. And like my stomach, I am finding it difficult to function well. The sick part (excuse the pun) is that I typically spend the entire shift forcing myself to stay awake and alert. By the time 7am rolls around and the shift is done I am barely able to form sentences, let alone muster the energy to wipe my drool off the nursing station desk and drag myself to the elevator. It is hard being in an environment where you have to watch people sleep but cannot fall asleep yourself. Anyway, by the time I have walked to my car and made it home without running any cyclists or pedestrians over I find myself starting to wake up. Now this doesn't usually happen until I have pulled onto my street and have turned the ignition off. It is as though I suddenly snap out of a long, fuzzy dream and find myself sitting in my car. I usually find it hard to recall the details of my trip home, but I assume that I haven't hit anyone or anything because there are no dog leashes or bits of clothing or buildings stuck to my car. And although I can hear the sirens around me, I have yet to receive a visit from any of the friendly neighborhood police officers. I think I am doing pretty good so far, after my mom would finish a shift at the hospital she would almost always come home with deer bits all over the hood of the car. It was only a matter of time before she came home with people bits on the car.
So as I was saying, by the time I get home I am wide awake and practically bouncing off the walls. The sun is shining and there are so many distractions...and yet, I know that if I don't force myself to go to bed I will probably end up falling down my stairs in a fit of narclepsy later on. My poor body gets so confused on nightshifts.

Well, I am having trouble focusing on the screen so I should end this here. That and I am starting to drool on the keyboard and fear that I might electrocute myself. Good thing I am in the hospital already.

Good night or good morning. I am not sure.

the transrockies

My brother Matt and Rocky (the guy who owns the RockHard gym from our hometown) signed up to do the TransRockies Race this summer...best of luck to them!