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I'm EXHAUSTED more than I've ever been beore. My mind is so tired I can hardly form sentences. My vocabulary has decreased drastically. I've lost my ability to spell (something that has always been a real pet peeve of mine). My limbs droop so much I'm shrinking. So tired, it took me twenty minutes to write this paragraph. I worked twelve hours yesterday. Slept for four, followed by another eight hour shift.

What's going on? I'm happy. My career choice has finally been reaffirmed to me. I was in the emergency room until two AM on my first solo trauma call. I was overwhelmed with adrenaline. I was lost and for the first half hour I stood by the desk trying to stop my shaking hands as my stabbing victim was stableized (don't remember how to spell that right now)... You're wondering, what kind of person am I to be so excited someone got stabbed. I'm not. I'm excited because I did my job and I did it well. I obtained information, I took reports, I spoke with families, I filled out hours worth of paperwork. But, I helped somebody. This is what I am supposed to do. I am exhausted but i am fulfilled. Now, it's off to bed so I can get up early to go to work....