Egotistical

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There's been times where I wake up and I feel like I have the perfect amount of sleep. I don't even have to press snooze on my alarm. It has happed maybe 5 times in my 23 years of living and today was definitely not one of those days. I groaned and rolled over closing my eyes for 5 more minutes praying that this was a bad nightmare and I would wake up in 4 hours. Did I have to work? Do I really need this job?

My incredibly annoying alarm went off once again and I wanted nothing more than to cry and throw a fit. Sighing, I dragged my feet to the edge of my bed and sat up. I was still contemplating the importance of my job. I once used my favorite song as my alarm in hopes that waking up would be easier with it but let's just say it's no longer my favorite song.

I finally stood up and put on my scrubs, looking around for my stethoscope. Once I located it, I pushed it into my pockets and brushed my teeth, curled my eyelashes, and put my hair into a high messy bun. Did my patients really need me? I had a strong dislike for morning shift, not only did I abhor waking up early (I never grew out of it) but I also had to deal with visiting hours where I had family members questioning my actions as if I didn't do this for a living.

I popped my Chapstick into my scrub pants and headed downstairs. I grabbed a yogurt parfait from my fridge, slipped my shoes on, and ran out the door. I blasted my music on full volume to get hype for today's 12-hour shift. I'd be lying if I said I didn't speed a little, occasionally taking my eyes off of the road to finish my parfait before getting to the hospital. Once arrived, I parked and sped walked to the emergency room.

As much as I complained about my job, there is nothing else I would've preferred to bust my ass of for. I worked hard for my degree and not a single piece of me regretted it. I loved my patients, my boss, and my environment. Plus, the crazy shit that goes on never fails to amuse me. I wanted to return to school to be a practitioner and get my master's, but I really wanted to get use to this before throwing myself back into school.

"Hey bitch", I smiled at Lacy. She was another nurse that worked in the ER with me, we were typically always scheduled together so we grew closer. Now it felt weird when I worked with other nurses.

"Hey Lacy, anything interesting yet?" I asked, clocking in. I looked over the night shift nurses' notes that she left for me, there was nothing too important on there.

"We have two ambulances coming in, there's two traumas. Apparently, male, 24, got caught cheating and female, 21, went ballistic and shot male and the side chick, 23." My eyebrows shot up.

"It's only 7:34 a.m.," I said glancing at the clock on the wall.

She squealed, "I know it's going to be a great day!" I laughed at her enthusiasm.

Soon after the double doors for the ambulance drop off fluttered open and Lacy and I ran to the stretchers. The paramedics informed us more on their vitals and information. Other nurses ran up to help us and commands were being yelled out. God, I loved this thrill. Lacy took the male and I took the female into the critical rooms. Another nurse checked her vitals once again and asked for her name and information as I reassured her that she was going to be okay and that I was going to take care of her. I continued to hold pressure on the wound and yelled for someone to page general surgery, I couldn't find an exit hole, so this needed to be taken care of immediately.

"Pl..P-," she tried to say but I cut her off before she could even begin her sentence.

"Sweetheart please don't talk; you're only causing more stress on yourself. You're in a lot of pain right now and I need you to save as much energy as you can, okay?" I said loudly, trying to talk over everyone else in the room trying to work on her. She nodded.