Tiger Balm

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Before you read this, you may want to read Surrender. It explains a bit further into detail about why I did what I did last night.

I knew it was going to be a bad night. The perfect storm of Hell-Night-At-Work was brewing. There was nothing to do but batten down the hatches. There was no way around it. I managed some tweets as I got as ready as I could, for almost anything I could imagine.I apologized in advance to the patients.

I've walked into hell.

Preparing for war. It's only 18 to 1 now. During lunches it will be 36 to one. I'm the one. *whimpers* (I *so* wish that was sexual.)

Lunchtime. So far caught up at work.

Caught up, yes, but feeling like a chicken with my head cut off. Our normal night staff of six was down two. Being down only one is a nightmare. It was too much. I couldn't concentrate on any one thing with the jumble of stuff going on in my mind. I needed some focus. I needed to relax. I needed to clear my head.

I pulled out the Tiger Balm and smeared a thick layer all over my pussy and ass. I snapped a photo and shared it with a tweet.

Wait for it... http://t.co/wD3FTZK

HolyMotherFuckingGodDamnItOw!!!

*purrrrrs*

Tiger Balm… Yup, it’s going to be that kind of night…

My cunt and ass are on fire. This is a good thing. ;) #Masochist

I went back in to work. The other girl went to lunch. It was a triple load for me.

The burn, the rush of the pain, the resulting throbbing, dripping cunt should have been a distraction. It wasn't. The unnecessary babble in my mind stopped. I achieved clarity. I was better able to prioritize and focus on the tasks one at a time instead of worrying about the ones I hadn't gotten to yet. I relaxed. I smiled.

So far so good at work. I got prepared for anything. Three more hours. Wish me luck.

It was hell. But manageable. The rush from the pain combined with the rush of the adrenaline from the sheer stress of the job to form a wave I was able to surf through it all. I could feel the balance...

Finally all the elements of the perfect storm came together. I ducked into the bathroom for another quick application of pain. I was prepared. I was calm. I was focused.

Hell hath broken loose.

I am down one patient now. Held his hand one last time.

I survived. My patients survived, with the exception of one who was not expected to. I barely managed to get home into my bed before the rush wore off and I collapsed, exhausted.