A fresh week is upon us and I already wish it was over. The last one never seemed to end and just blended into this one. Mind you I’m not complaining. On the contrary, you get a weird feeling of accomplishement (martyrdom?) after working so damn much!
The week in numbers: 96 hours at the hospital in 6 days and around 40 patients put asleep and, mostly, woken up… I got home Sunday at 10 a.m. and was back at work monday morning at 7 so my week-end lasted a whooping 21 hours!