Golden

Cat in golden glow of evening sun.


Statice holding out well.


We've earned our pennies this week. Yesterday, already short staffed and full scheduled, one nurse needed to do her CPR - they'd changed the time without telling her. So I scrubbed her out, already a half hour late. And I was the only person to cover the four scrub lunches. With one pregnant woman, and two rooms with x-ray - so she can't be in there, it took a lot of juggling and good will to get everyone a chance to eat. And I had to remember how to be a good scrub, because none of the cases running were simple, straightforward little surgeries. So I had to pull out all my rusty tricks and move fast. CPR nurse came back, asked to eat first. She took 20 minutes, and I broke out - took 10 minutes to eat (lest I crump before finishing) got the next two out for full lunches (45 minutes.) Pregnant nurse got the circulator lunches in two rooms, non-pregnant, non-scrubbing nurse got out the other one, and then got out the one other nurse who scrubbed for two break-times, so he could then relieve the last scrub tech.

Simple, really.

Today was much easier, if not much shorter.

As we sat together this evening, Moby leaned against me. I had my hand around his chest, my thumb under his armpit, my finger over his beating heart. He stretched his back leg over my arm, and rolled his head over, and I marvel at his trust.