Ah! Trauma, again! If I don't go to sleep, will tomorrow not come?

I was sick during my entire stay-cation and it got worse as the week went on. On Sunday night, I thought I was going to die. I was shivering from chills, sweated through my shirt, and dry heaved over the toilet. I kind of wished I had somebody with whom to share my misery, or at least listen to me whine, but I would have settled for a hand to hold my hair back while I was trying to retch. And my first day back at work, I was on call. I love my life.

Now I have to go back to Trauma. Ah!