sour face

my face had recently offended someone from the night shift! since i am not a morning person or an early-riser. i have this terrible face in the morning. i don't deliberately look angry or piss but i just look that way if i don't get enough sleep. but apparently people can be ultra sensitive about another person's look. perhaps soon i will recieve complaints about me being ugly and fat! =`(

back to the story...
the night shift that they had was crazy, with patients that enjoy calling for no good reason, attempting to climb out of bed and new staff that know nuts about totalling charts and are probly slow as well. the staff arrangement in my view is plain CRAZY but since i am not the one doing the staffing i will never know the stress.

so came morning. since i hate morning but knew there will be plently to do, i went early. check my assignment... damn! its jr again! and check it out! my i/c was WL that i had previously talk abt. i was already totally not in the mood! she WON'T HELP one lor... i walked into the room and check the pt, look through the charts and start hearing complaint abt the new staff and how bed 2 was giving them hell. since pple said to MAKE SURE i check through the chart and ensure all is done, i did just that lor. i ask why is the gastric aspiration not done only mah... then.... the jr from the other room screamed at me liao! *faint* initially i just kept quiet thinking its the toll from the work that had make her lost her temper but it went on and on and on. til i can take it no longer (she was screaming and with all the awaken patients listening. those not awoken yet are probly shook out of their slumber land!). i asked her in my not so friendly voice "why are you venting your anger on me?" and the reply came with a whole lot of screaming from her. from comments about my sour face to why can't i ask properly to 'ya la. i will stay back til 12pm to make sure everything is done'. HUH?! i immediately switched to ZEN mood and that was accompanied by SPACE OUT mood. my ic DID NOTHING that morning and our floater was indeed floating s...l...o...w...y in space. *sigh* only after 11am did i start waking up a little from my 'moods' but was so drained from the morning incident that if i was ever diagnosed with depression it was a great time to relapse!

reached home felt so drained that i can't be bother to eat properly. end up having the entire walnut cake in the fridge and hit the bed before 8pm and slept thru til the next morning. although i was awaken by my gastric pain and hunger, i was too tired to think about it and slipped back into slumber-land. thoughts of transfer arise once again, this time stronger than ever. *sigh* its hard to work with the bo-chap and the emotional kind. i miss Bo-jie and Frida...they are always so steady and cool.

should i call that lady or write her a note to understand what was her problem and say sorry if necessary? i thought about it but i felt a little victimised to do it. i shall just avoid her and keep my interaction with her to absolutely necessary only. yes.. that is what i will do... more in the next post.