My feet hurt. My poor feet. I sat down twice in 13 hours, and it was to pee.
I just have to complain to someone about my poor aching feet. I've walked yet another pair of Danskos flat. I've been working crazy hours so my hubby had been doing more then his fair share of work at home and with the kids. He's too stressed to care, lol. My kids do not want to hear abour my poor feet. My dogs just look at me and go to the food bowl. My coworkers also have aching feet, but we've not had time to whine to each other.
I'm tired, I'm getting a cold, I'm achey, and I just want to whine to someone. After a night of what seemed to be 50 "I think I have the swine flu maybe I'll get really sick", ~10 various 'uh-oh really sick', a few strep, a few out of drugs, one SVT, many work/school notes, an AMS noncompliant pt w/ hours of one on one care, and one annoying individual who called EMS for a broken tooth and proceeded to display said near-trench mouth for the entertainment of everyone in the lobby...... all I can think about is that my feet hurt, lol.
Sigh. I guess I'll see who has Danskos on sale tonight.
