I am an old Nurse, I mean (ahem), I've been an RN for a long time: over 30 years. These past few years I've been working in the Post Anesthesia Care Unit . . . PACU . . . you know, the Recovery Room. I work there because I like it and I'm good at it. How good you might ask? Well, let's just say I can make you smile no matter what kind of surgery you've had or even if you were uncomfortable when you first woke up. I can do that for you--I have the knowledge, the experience, and I have good drugs and I know how to use it.
I work because I want to and I've been fortunate to get by on two days a week. It helps pay our monthly expenses and it allows me to maintain my fiber and yarn habit. But.
But, I also take Call. Usually most Wednesdays but every once in awhile, when my co-workers who like to take Call has plans or is out of town, I take a weekend Call. Twenty-four hours: 6:00 am to 6:00 am.
Yesterday was a 24-hour Call for me and I got called in. Three times. Three separate times. It's not an exaggeration to say I walked in the door and the phone rang.
So, sorry, this week's post isn't much. I'm too tired.
But, yes, I did help a few people smile.