Eight
I slept a full twelve hours. When I woke up, I spent an agonizing twenty minutes on the toilet unlocking my bowels. Then I scarfed down the French toast and fresh squeezed orange juice Toy had prepared for me. She was doing well this morning. The cable guy came and fixed the Internet. She’d handled the service visit on her own after I answered the door.
I wanted to feel proud of her, but I was too exhausted. I climbed back in the bed and went back to sleep for another four hours. By the time I opened my eyes again it was time for my next shift.
Rising from the cocoon of my comforter, I felt well rested. I had every intention of going into work and being professional as s**t to every doctor, nurse, and patient I encountered. I was working the afternoon shift today and would get to
