Stay and Fight?
I had my chance to escape. I didn’t take it. So, am I crazy or what?
I just turned down a 3-11 job on the psych unit, in favor of staying in the ICU/CCU on nights, where I have worked, er, labored, for the past 7 years. Yes, folks, I turned down Yahtzee in the dayroom in favor of fecal bags. Now I am positive that I am out of my mind!
“Save yourself!”, came the battle cry of my co-workers. “Cut me some slack!”, said my lower back. Did I listen? No. Why?
I don’t have a jolly clue.
Maybe I just like poop.
