I went to bed at 8 last night. It’s been an exhausting week. Lots of seriously ill “on the precipice” patients, who have so far limped through all of their medical issues, but have caused me great anxiety while doing so (and still could tip at any moment. Ugh). One family where I hit a firmer wall than I had expected in a care conference (I’m good with families. I have not been good with this family). Being told by my old boss (who thankfully is no longer my boss, just a colleague now) that I “take things too personally,” when making the comment that while our relationship is slowing improving, my perception of the new neurosurgeon is that he thinks I’m inexperienced and it’s hard to overcome that.

So I am off to bed now. 3 days down. 4 to go.