It just dawned on me tonight, what I really need to make this week better. Not just a day off (although, I’m enjoying every single minute of my day tomorrow, and not thinking about work one iota). Not just an entire new set of patients (my attending, resident and co-intern hate my patients as well; I at least feel better that I’m not the only one), so that I can feel like I’m helping someone, not fighting the demands of entitled, drug-seeking, whining, not-sick patients. Or better yet no patients, since I’m carrying the entire team (yesterday – 12 patients on team, 10 were mine. Today 9 on team, 8 mine and I had the only admission. *sigh*). Not only more sleep. Not sleeping in (this 5:30 thing is going to kill me).

What I really, really, really need is a hug. A good long embrace, where I can weep a little and rest and recharge in the warm, protective arms of another. And as much as I appreciate the virtual squeezes from all of you, it’s just not the same.

It’s got to get better. This month has got to get better.