Bad Day in Life as I know it

I am having a bad day. Yes, I know, everyone has bad days. It just makes things easier to say it and put it behind me. I guess, I should feel lucky because I usually have many good days. But today, I am having a bad day and It won’t end until tomorrow morning at 0700 when my next shift is over. Maybe I am a bit sensitive, it’s just my nature I suppose. Maybe I was just tired after my third night in a row, but I feel it is no excuse to be laid into by a doctor in front of all my co-workers. It is frustrating. I almost felt like Marshal on the episode of How I Met Your Mother where he gets yelled at by his boss. Except, I could feel my eyes tearing because I was trying to keep in my anger and embarrassment. I know, I should feel lucky that I have never felt this way at work before. I should let it roll off my back. I will, I just need to verbalize it and let it go.
I feel like this feeling of having a bad day goes further. I am having a bad few days. It starts with being “teased” by my own father who makes a comment about how my work as a nurse isn’t hard. Something of the lines of, “These nurses think they work so hard now days. She [me] works four or fives shifts a week.. I used to work six or seven in the shipyard when I was her age.” Thanks, for the vote of confidence dad. Instead of building me up after struggling to make my way in the world and land on my two feet, way to put a negative spin on my work.
So, yes, it’s been a bad few days.
But, tomorrow is another day. I keep telling myself, there are others out there that have more bad days then good days. I am lucky, on the most part, that I love what I do and work with some very strong nurses.
It’s just been an exhausting few nights. There will be better ones to come.