Pure and utter hell. And I love what I do. I love helping people. I do so well in the ER because I manage to keep a level head in situations most people panic, but the shifts are long and the things that seeing the shit I do can do to you, take their toll if you aren’t fortunate. Or if you don’t have a support system like I do. “Can you stop looking at me like that?” Maxx whines shoving a spoonful of green Jell-O in her mouth. “It’s sugar free for crying out loud. I’m eating this blasphemy of dessert because of you,” she points the spoon at me, “insisting that I cut down my sugar.” “I would rather you not eat it at all.” “Well that’s not happening, so make your peace with me eating this jiggly disappointment also known as Jell-O.” “After what happened I just...I worry.” She almost lost the baby and I feel it was my fault. I should’ve seen it coming.
