Part of me just wants this to be over. I told the charge nurses that when they decide to withdraw, they need to make sure that I am not working. I don't think I can handle that. I really doubt that I can do a police funeral now that I am one of the wives, but I know that I will have to. Its hard because the cop is doing the detective thing now and I don't see him the way I used to. Its hard to sit and watch his friend dying, see the guys in tears and know that I won't see him for another 24 hours because he is out on a warrant sweep. This is just not something that I can do alone, and I feel like that's what I'm doing.
So I'm just trying to keep it together. I have a paper that was due Saturday that isn't done.... I just don't have it in me to do. What the fuck do I tell the teacher?
Sorry to ramble, feel free to skip my blog for the next few days.... I have a feeling that until this is over, my mood (and blogging) will be about the same.