i think these clocks melted while trying to time rounds, which today felt like a vortex of sloooooooow-motion torture.
fatigue + feelings of worthlessness –> apathy. anger. agony. and i am sad that it feels this way, thus adding a final layer of shame as the bitter (poisonous) cherry on top of my PICU sundae.
god, i sound awful. i think it’s probably good for everyone that this month is almost up.