Tonight, I think that the hamsters have given up fighting over the wheel and are either a) fighting each other; or, b) attempting to fight their way out of my head. Oh. My. Gosh. I wish I were as artistically inclined as JSchro so I could illustrate that.
Plus, I'm working the night shift again this week and I walked into complete and utter chaos. Typically there is a systematic, controlled chaos ... nope, not tonight. Aaaaannnnnnddddd, oh wait ... it's psych night - as in the majority of patients that have come to us tonight have mental health concerns. If you have any doubts about the phases of the full moon and how it affects a person's mental status, work in an ER. Worst part is, the true full moon isn't until the 7th, so tonight is almost like a preview as to what is truly to come. An appetizer, if you will. Thankfully, I won't be working more than tonight and Saturday night.
I also have a 7-page study guide for an exam on Wednesday and a draft of a clinical patient care plan to write that's due for Tuesday. Ugh, just thinking about those makes my head throb.
On top of this all ... my not-yet-12-year-old daughter has been overcome by hormones. I'm at a loss as to how to deal with this. Even with all my nurse training, I am just dumbfounded as to what I can do to guide her but not lock her up in her room until she's 18. That has been a major temptation, I hafta admit. My nurse friends who have successfully raised teenage daughters (into their 20's now) tell me, "This too shall pass." Yeah, I'm sure it does ... but what can I do in the meantime besides the aforementioned locked room? They laugh ... thanks ... my head hurts.