I caught up on some of my desk job work today which is good. Jeremy needed to work on slides for a presentation later this week at Yale for which he was suppose to travel for, but he got someone else to travel in his stead. I kept an eye on Edda via baby monitor. We are having issues with her feet which send me into moments of despair with thoughts that she’ll lose her ability to walk when she is older. Kitachi gave me a pep talk earlier this week and said – don’t worry, Edda will walk forever. And I smiled and said, yes, Edda will walk forever.
I think I’ve passed some sort of milestone at my side gig hospital work. I have somehow 1. lost the feeling of sheer terror the night before a shift and 2. not only did I not cry at work all week, but I think I didn’t even feel like crying. My god, having a few shifts of pleasant patients can really make a big difference. Even though everything is still busy and still crazy and I’m still dropping balls all over the place, it’s 10,000 times better when someone isn’t yelling at you – get the fuck out of the room, bitch. Sigh, it’ll happen again, I’m sure. Let’s see, do I have any good hospital stories I can tell? Hmmm. Someone asked me if I was enjoying this job and I think enjoying is too strong of a word. One enjoys a mojito. One doesn’t really enjoy helping someone wipe their ass after going to the bathroom or giving shots or wrestling with tangled IV lines & cords. I enjoy watching people get better. I enjoy my coworkers.
I came home to find that my boss at my desk job mailed me this which is printed on one of those string backpacks:
I think I’m living the dream.
Jeremy got his flu shot on a business trip to CA. I got my flu shot at work. The kids got theirs today at our local corner market that just opened.
Then we go lunch where we all sat near each other, but paid attention only to our screens.
Vince is prepping for Halloween.