Strange days. More people leaving, much sadness and leaking morale. Relieved that I am leaving, but sad as well. I work with a great bunch of people, caring competent folks who take good care of their patients. Who have lost faith in their management as I have, but have yet to be kicked by them.
I find myself glad of the kick. Because of it, I am already walking out, not wondering if I should go.
I regret staying with the ex that last nightmare year.
I regret coming back to a place I once left. Even though I was glad to reacquaint, reestablish friendships, I knew I should never go back. I always go on, never back. I close the door on toxic people, not to wish them ill, but to protect myself.
Never having been teflon.
I once had an anesthesiologist lust after my veins.
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One would never have to beseech the IV gods to shine their attention on you. The anesthesiologist was right on. Sick healthcare worker humor, gotta love it.
Thanks for the reminder that going back is not usually a good option. Forward motion, that's the ticket.
He was a funny guy, I was laying a blanket on a patient, and he touches my wrist. "You have wonderful veins, if anyone couldn't get an IV in you they'd be an idiot!" All said in a dreamy voice. Strangest come-on ever. But we'd known each other a long time, so what could I do but giggle? Medical humour indeed.
No backslidin'!
I like this.
And I like the way you spell humour.
Ah, you should've told him he was lusting in vain.
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Canadian parents. Spelling affectation.
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I do love a good pun. I have, though, given anesthesiologists access. Had a terrible migraine at work, was offered IV toredol, immediately held out my best vein... they do know how to pierce pretty painlessly.
Lust. What a wonderful tongue on teeth word!
Onward woman, onward:)
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