Orientalism

One more day. Five days of hospital and Nursing Orientation.

And, honestly, if it weren't for the back pain, I wouldn't mind so much. I am getting a lot of specific information that I can use. Much is either refresher, or will not apply in the OR, where I work. On the other hand, if I do help out with anesthesia recovery - PACU, a little more of it will apply. Next week is when the real orientation begins, the charting, the timing, the procedure protocols, what they call that thing and where they keep it in this facility. Where the fire alarms, extinguishers, and exits are, the crash carts, defibrillators, restrooms, lockers, cookie stash.

I'm rather hoping they will mostly throw me in and shout encouragement from the shore, honestly. At this stage of my life, that is far less frustrating than a lot of hand holding and hovering. Scary, but far less stressful in the end.

Mary once told another nurse, referring to me, "Oh, don't worry about her. She's a pro." I stood up straighter from that moment on. Yeah, I thought, I guess I am. I've thanked her for that several times since.

Got off a smidge early today, so I am already home with tea inside. Got discount tickets through the new employer for the Arts Festival, which we will mosey over to attend tomorrow afternoon. It'll be a hot one, but that's normal. We will stay as late as we can, since I don't have anything Saturday. Expect photos.