Last night broke my brain.
It was a typical, if busy, night at work.
In the background, there was this awful clusterfuck of a long distance transfer going on. I may update about the whole thing later, but basically, a nursing home sent a patient to a hospital out of state, which is uncommon, but not out of the realm of possibility. The crew transported the patient hundreds of miles to the hospital, only to find out that the nursing home hadn’t actually set up a transfer of care. The hospital had no idea that the patient was coming and absolutely couldn’t accommodate them. The patient was discharged from the nursing home, not admitted at the hospital, still needed medical care, and had nowhere to go. And it was now our problem.
So that was my night, fish stuff and then busy with regular work and making phone calls to try and figure out a solution for this patient and an undercurrent of incredulity that someone would do this to another person.
So I was fucking done by the time I left. I drove home, a little too fast, definitely not as fast as the car right in front of me 😒, but I got pulled over. The cop had the audacity to ask me why I was going so fast. My answer was “Here is my license and registration, sir.” Like, we both know I was speeding. We both have a pretty good idea that you’re going to give me a ticket. I do not have the patience right now to entertain your need to berate me. I did get a ticket, which is unfortunate (but I was also speeding, so I brought that on myself). I did not get a lecture.
Now I have to go to bed immediately, so I can get to work early and test Mina and Momo’s water.