Good greif when the fuck am I going to get a break?
This afternoon I came back from lunch with 3 patients signed in. My afternoon starts at 1, it was 11:50. Fuck. After making a patient pay an $80 bill we have been trying to collect for over a year now it just went down hill. I had two patients who went off on me. Both I could have taken, one, per day. But the bitchy bill lady and two hostile patients was tough. I went down the hall and a coworker could see I was not crying but on the verge. She gave me a hug and my body said "Go right ahead honey, let it OUT" I held on as hard as I could. One tear fell. Then I wiped my eye and went to my doctors area to talk to the nurse about what just happened and I couldn't talk, just cry. My boss was right there too. Wonderful. I told them I was fine, just a little overwhelmed and would be fine in a minute. I was. I stopped crying. Had a patient tell me he hoped I had a better day (THANK YOU!). Then I went and grabbed a diet dr pepper from the soda machine.
Tonight with M hasn't been any easier. He can be a real pill at times. I warned him to go easy on me as I wasn't in the mood. He didn't listen. I got really mad and I haven't talked to him in over an hour. I don't plan to for the rest of the evening either.
Life? Seriously, BACK THE FUCK OFF! I've had enough damn it. I'm only one fucking person. M'kay? M'kay.
Off to take a hot as hell shower and cry.
Tomorrow IS another day.
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When I get to work in the morning, I start counting the hours until I get to go home. And I don't even have to deal with clients, just colleagues.
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