I'm scared to get on the scale when I wake up. I weighed myself right now and it was 173. So now I'm scared. But I know I'll do it. Had only my cheeseburger and the vegies last night. Still am not that hungry. I did drink a huge diet coke during the first half of my shift, and then filled it up with water and drank all of that during the second half. All kinds of drama at work last night. Patients cussing the nurses out. Switching assignments to placate people. Nurses crying. Bitchy co-workers. And I had to get all ghetto and had a huge fight with the detention officer who chained my pregnant patient/prisoner to the bed and left, with a baby that was taking a dive and headed for a ride on the short bus, who we needed to cut but couldn't cause she was chained to the bed. Nice. When we finally got back to the OR and did a c-section the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck 4 times tightly. I along with a nurse practioner of 31 years had never seen that, along with all the doctors. That baby could have died in the room and we couldn't go to the OR cause the patient was chained down. Either that or cut her on the labor bed. I found the hospital administration's policy on the guards never leaving the patient, highlighted it and provided the stupid guard with a copy, and told her if the baby would have died it would have been her fault and that her supervisor's orders and her job were not important compared to the baby. They are such idiots. I swear they are the einsteins that failed the police psych exam.

And they give these people guns.

Boy, their parents must be proud.

Maybe I'll write Sheriff Joe a little note.