Short & Sweet

Today’s post is going to be a short one…..both because it’s Sunday and there’s football on, and because I have nothing to whine about other than the fact that my team is trying to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, as usual. (A word of explanation here: Being a San Diego Chargers fan is like being a robin with one end of a ten-foot earthworm in its beak. I’ve lived and died with this team every fall since 1970, and we’ve only been to the Super Bowl once in all that time. And true to form, we got creamed.)

My weekend at work has been good. I even finished up some stuff that I would ordinarily do on Monday, but since I had the time to do it today, I don’t have to go in till Wednesday. I really love this self-scheduling thing…..this way I not only get some hours, but I can pack them into fewer days and it makes me look really efficient. Not to mention that it means less time spent at the front desk on a weekday and becoming overstimulated by the crowds and the noise.

I wonder sometimes if I shouldn’t just be a cubicle worker someplace. I’d be able to put in my earbuds, crank up the iPod, shut out the world, and do whatever it is that cubicle workers do. But then, I’d miss the problem-solving and the teaching, and especially the smiles on patients’ faces when I do something extra for them or explain a hard-to-understand medical issue.

That’s why I love my current job; it’s structured in such a way that I can go that extra mile. I don’t always have the time, but I do more often than not…..and ironically, that makes me feel more like a NURSE than I have in years.

I’m under no illusions that I can go back to working the floor or running any kind of healthcare facility, but I’m happy in my little world. They know me here. 🙂

Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

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