I was exhausted because I’d just had two days of back-to-back double shifts. I had a shift the next day too, and though it wasn’t a double, I needed a break. Thinking about tomorrow made me even more exhausted. And as if being dog tired wasn’t bad enough, I’d had another run-in with Dr. Dickhead that day and it was bad. Gossip was running amuck in the hospital that the nurse he was always banging in the supply closet was denying him his piece of tail until he asked his wife for a divorce. This did not make him happy. He was the kind of guy who wasn’t happy normally, but he was a lot less happy when he wasn’t getting it regular, and some woman trying to yank his chain just made things worse. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, he was taking this garbage out on me and (mostly) only me. I had somehow earned his focus. Maybe because I was the newest and youngest nurse on the ward and thus fresh meat.
