So I mentioned briefly in my last post that I got a second job...
I love it
for so many reasons...
To begin with, it puts me back into a hospital setting. I didn't realize how much I missed that until my first day. I love being able to focus on my 4-5 patients and really give them the best care I can (that's more difficult to do in the nursing home with 30+ residents). I love learning from all the other nurses on the floor. I feel like this job will stretch me and keep me from getting complacent about what I do know.
I get benefits. I've never had benefits before and let me tell you, they're a beautiful thing.
They also gave me a magical jug that gives me unlimited access to the soda fountain AND the world's most glorious pen (it has a squishy pad to grip with your work worn fingers and lights up blue when you click it on).
There are some downsides. Nurses are required to work every other weekend and some holidays at this facility...it makes sense, patients don't miraculously recover so they can spend Christmas with their families or rebound to lounge about on the weekend...it still stinks though.
I'm really lucky to have found something I love this much. I was lying on our couch after a long day at work with my head in Robb's lap, my feet sticking up in the air (nursing=lots of standing), and Robb patiently listening to details from my day. In the middle of explaining a procedure I glanced up and saw Robb looking at me with an expression that made my heart go all mushy. "This is the perfect job for you," he said. I agree.