Thursday Thoughts

I finished writing another chapter of Stud on Tuesday night (that would be Chapter 10) and sent it off to Sandy James to critique. Poor Tarq. He's making me cry, and it's very hard to write when you can't see for the tears in your eyes. These sad parts are hard to write because I feel that pain in my heart just the way my characters do. This is also why I had to stop working on it and write a few blogs. It's my way of unburdening my soul.

That and taking a nice, hot shower with some good-smelling soap and going to bed. Which is what I feel like doing right now. I still haven't recovered from that four night stretch last weekend. Sunday night was the clincher--even worse than the ones that came before. Then last evening I had to go to a meeting about one of the cases we had on Thursday. Not fun at all.

There was a time when I used to get the old adrenaline rush when taking care of a really critical patient. Not anymore. I'm adrenalined out. Guess I must be getting old. I can still do it, but I'd rather my patients didn't need that kind of intervention.

I used to wonder why older pro golfers retired from the championship circuit when their game still as good as ever. I think I know the answer now. It's the stress. After a while, you just don't see the point of having to put up with it anymore, and it's time to let the newbies take the heat. The same thing must happen to nurses.

Okay, enough about that depressing stuff. We need a hunk to make us feel young again.

















That's better!