Puke one day, fine the next, back to puking the day after. That seems to be the trend lately, so I'm good today, but I should be careful what I consume tomorrow.

My system didn't appreciate the buffet food that I had for lunch yesterday so it expelled it about an hour or two after the entry that I wrote. You ever puke so hard that you couldn't catch your breath? I had so much mucus in my throat and mouth that I could barely inhale. And, of course, when that happens your body causes you to cough, which only gets rid of whatever little air is left in your lungs. I finally forced a dragging breath in between wretches, but it didn't last long before I had a coughing fit again. It finally subsided {obviously; I'm not writing this from the grave} and I was able to get my breathing under control. I guess it was too much to hope for to only have a few puking episodes over a two week period.

I snapped at a few people today. Unintentionally. I just woke up pissed off and it stayed that way throughout the entire shift. I'm having a harder time pretending to be okay with that place. People know that I'm not happy there, because I'm vocal about it, but they usually can't tell other than what I'm telling them. Today, they caught a glimpse of what is really going on. I think even the suicidal patient that we had to watch felt bad for me. How sad is that?

I told my friend that I'm just a big ball of hate today ... sadly, until something gives, I have a feeling it's going to be something that sticks around a bit more than a day.

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