I have finally reached day number seven of seven. I have put in 54 hours this week and I am completely exhausted. I started my nutrition class on Monday, and already had a quiz on Wednesday. Between work and sleep I didn't have any time to study for it.
The emergency room has been insanely busy. The only thing that kept me going last night was the white board on the wall outside of one of our trauma rooms. I decided to put up a countdown of how many days until Tony comes home. God help the person who decides to erase it. Speaking of Tony, he has been sending flowers and teddy bears to my work. He told me that it's mainly because I used the "distant" word. So now he's struggling to make us just as close as we were before. I realize that it probably won't happen and that's okay. He's coming home in 130+ days and we'll be closer than ever.
I'm also trying to get everyone at work to start wearing red on Fridays to support the troops. I have papers posted on every wall I could think of that my co-workers would possibly be looking at. We'll see how successful I am with this when I go to work at 3pm today. Speaking of, I need to go and see if the red scrub pants I ordered from the store have come in yet!