Reward

I occurred to me today that I can't afford to hate my job. And I do love the work, I care about making a difference, doing it right. I tend to let the racket from management and the great complainers rattle me, and shake up the discontent.

I did total joints today, with a particular, and excellent surgeon. And a grumpy, and excellent anesthesiologist. I stepped up, and smiled, deciding to enjoy the day, despite pain, despite the fact that I only do these difficult double rooms about once every six weeks. Which annoys me because there is much to remember, and this interval makes it nearly impossible. Still, I've been doing this long enough, I can cope. Which my managers count on. The reward for a job well done, another, harder, job. Sure.

Not that I'm perfect, far from it. But I can correct, gather up whatever slack forms. A practiced hand. How long I will be able to keep all the balls in the air is unknowable. Best I enjoy it while I have my skills up. Focus and catch the wind while it blows.