Me, too.

If I can't think of any other reason to be thankful for my meds, this week was a good example. Work sucked rocks, we had Corporate in the building auditing our charts at the same time that I had to attend first one death, then another (one of whom was a favorite patient of mine) and it seemed like there were always 14 people who needed a piece of me at one time. I don't do well with that much stimulation, and I have been ready to blow a gasket all week.

But the term "chemical restraint" took on a whole new meaning for me, because I could feel the rage and frustration and sadness just simmering below the protective layer of medication, yet they couldn't escape. That is a GOOD thing, because it protects me from myself. Now it's the weekend and good humor is returning.....maybe I'll even sleep tonight.