Ricochet train wreck rattle inside my head, bashing and crashing to the pounding of my heart. Bright light shine blinding, takes away my work-full afternoon, to leave me with nothing but non-refreshing sweating sleep and whiplash tight, piano-string taut sinews skull to tailbone. No chemical solution to this one, no, so make friends with the ice machine and stagger hopefully to the tune of willing work. Just try to ignore the rattle-n-clank beat of the passing train, headed for one more wreck.
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the_deacon:
Work...well. Work in general sucks...I work for a few man-hating vindictive scorned women who I believe like women only. It really isn't fun. Everytime you turn around you're getting called in on something or asked some strange bizarre questions...they don't hire any extra...they expect all the patients to be happy and I work in a mental health unit...HELLLOOO here...news flash...these people are unhappy and crazy...they don't want to be here...they are tortured souls and we are just trying to ease the pain. Can't make everyone happy so I only worry about taking care of the patients now and who cares what management says...I mind my own and stay to myself and it works well so far! Fingers crossed. I know what you mean about begging for time off...it is like selling your soul! 
mokole:
ya, god i hate my migraines, thought i had them beat, but they have been returning a lot more often lately. *hugs and kisses*