Legs hurting just after I get home from my emergency shift, when I have another shift in less than seven hours.

Awesome. Can’t take pain meds for it for semi-obvious reasons—ie, not waking up for the shift come the morning. -.-

This has not been my best couple of days, beginning with getting sick around Thursday. The cough spread to a fever that night that had me seeing things and almost unable to walk most of the night. (I mean.. it’s the Caribbean—humid and hot. But I couldn’t even have the fan on because I was so “cold.”)

But the fever broke sometime in the early morning, and now all I have is this very disgusting, painful, phlegmy cough that’s not even productive, but hurts and leaves me dying for air. Kind of wish I had an inhaler.

And… well, we got our clinical placements on Friday. I didn’t get any of my top three choices, in fact got plopped in the middle of the United States. So I had a good crying jag and had to put on a brave front, but… I’m still pretty upset about it.

Life goes on. I do believe what I have said elsewhere—there is a reason I was sent there, besides the obvious. I just have to find it.