Outsmarted

On my first day as a traveling nurse at the ambulatory surgery recovery room in Boston, I had difficulty with the old, unfamiliar type of gurney. Told, "You have to be smarter than the gurney." I was a bit taken aback, seemed a bit insulting and confrontational - but I smiled and nodded, ha ha. After a couple of weeks, when I realized that there was an example of every kind of stretcher in existence, many ancient, many buggered up badly, and it didn't seem as much of a put-down at all. Each one had it's own eccentricities. The older ones, the survivors, were often more reliable, if more likely to pinch an unwary finger, than the new ones with lots of cheap and plastic parts.

Today, I had to outsmart the bedframe. It looked to be winning for quite a while, but eventually I cornered it and put it on the mat. It's now in the car, awaiting the magic words from the agent that we can greet HousetheHome officially into our family. Trying to be patient. The beginning of every journey of a thousand miles starts with - waiting, then leaving, then going right back to pick up the thing you forgot, before finally heading out, and realizing you've still forgotten something, but you can do without it so you keep going. Single step my ass.