Banana Bread Instead

Call was long.
I'm just now going to bed.
Have been baking instead.
Trying to turn off my head
And silence the dread
I felt when my thoughts fled
Or my liver patient bled.
So I bake banana bread.
Instead.

I'm very tired. Very tired.
Uninspired.
Short wired.
Mired.
Retired.


So I made cranberry sauce
lemon bars,
and invented lemon rosemary biscotti.

It worked. I feel better.
Less bothered by the histrionic patient who quizzed me before I left after being up dealing with cross-cover issues and my new patient all but two hours last night.
Visited Jane. Joseph visited.
He had a rough four paramedic days, too.
He ate lemon bars and banana bread.
Instead.

I hope I can sleep now.
Instead.