I think that I am in need of some serious help. I can't stop working! I'm actually at work right now (on my weekend off). The only thing keeping me going is the over time. We got paid this past Thursday and I had twenty-two hours of OT in my check. I was raped in taxes, of course, but I couldn't seem to pick my jaw up off the floor when I saw how much was take home. This week I am doing 48 hours and next week will be 56, possibly more. I have been working so much that I hardly have time to study for my nutrition class, which left me devastated when I found out I have a total grade, so far, of 95. I was almost in tears talking to Tony about it. I guess one of my biggest worries is that I will fail to make him proud of me. He is already well aware of how proud he makes me, being where he is and doing what he is doing. He says that I have already made him proud by sticking by his side throughout this deployment, but I feel like that's not enough.

It's starting to get a little busy now, here in the ER. I am going to wrap this up and post it. Maybe later today I'll get back on here and come up with a longer post. I actually have a small, semi interesting, story about Tuesday. I'll fill you all in at some point. I promise.