Je Suis Crevee

So I worked for 16 hours yesterday, and half of that scrubbing a Liver Transplant (for which I have not had much training . . .). It actually went pretty well, and Dr. Van Der Werf put up with my slowness and my singing. I seemed to concentrate better with some familiar music in the background, as long as the singing didn't get in the way of my paying attention. I think it was an adrenaline high too, since it seriously crashed at 3am, when the patient rolled out of the room. I could barely move after that, although 5 minutes before, I was fine. Weird, eh? So now, I'm back at work and I have no desire to be here. I'm freaking exhausted, and the thought of coming back for another 12 hours tomorrow, even after today's 8-hour princess shift, just makes me want to cry. At least I have a few minutes to sit before I have to go do a thrombectomy which may turn into an amputation. Unfortunately, I'd probably fall asleep as soon as I put my feet up, so I had better not. This is seriously depressing, since there are a lot of other places I'd much rather be, like at the temple with my husband or at home with my baby. Allen is really hating his job these days, so let's hope that will motivate him to find something that pays more so I can stay home. I'm burning the candle at both ends, and I'm running pretty dang low on wax.