Closet of Anxieties….No Sleep for the Weary

Going to bed is difficult. I got to work about 630 AM Thursday, got maybe 3 hours sleep, was paged to a death call at 0530. The day was long and I left the ICU and hospital about 4 PM following a second death. Add a 3rd death from Thursday afternoon and you’d think that I would have my ass in bed. Up for 40 of 43 hours, 34 in the hospital, I would hope to be in bed. Not quite. My anxiety closet opens for business late at night. I’m going to try to get to sleep tonight. PTSD makes life interesting. At least I can write. Pray for me a sinner. Peace, Steve+