Ask me how my shift at the AA went today.
Well, thanks for asking.
My entire food intake today consisted of three packages of peanut butter crackers and two oatmeal cream pies. Oh, and three Sprite Zeroes.
And the best moment was when the demented, one-legged patient mumbled to me, "I'm going to kick your mother-fucking ass." Hopefully, he would have only tried it while sitting down.
Actually, today wasn't bad. It was pretty good. I was on a transport unit that doesn't run emergencies -- just non-emergency transfers to or from the hospital. The perk of this is that the shift is either eight runs or ten hours -- whichever comes first. Today, it was the eight runs. Of course, an early day never comes without a price.