Home very early, and not complaining. It was warm in the OR, not usual, although I figured it was just me. I can't really tell external temperature some days, or I don't trust it as being external. It's 91˚F outside at noon, so not really that bad for July here.
Pleasant surgeon, although since he doesn't have weekly block time we're always kinda making it up as we go along. Everything went faster than expected. Which in my world means a case from another room gets shifted over and my room winds up going last. Like happened yesterday. I focus on doing the job in front of me, and taking the good luck with the bad, with the same attitude. Mostly because I've seen to many of my fellow nurses and techs get their hopes up and get bitterly disappointed, or think they are the only one who ever gets the short end of it all. One nurse in particular is bothered that she never gets to go home early, feels like she's the only one. She also works one less shift a week than I do.
I wanted a month off work at the beginning of this year. Knew it was not feasible. Universe says, "Ok, I'll get you that month off work, just break your arm..."
"Wait, um, do I get a choice?"
"Nope, still going to break your arm. But, hey, six weeks off."
"Oh."
Don't tempt luck.
Derecho being tetchy today, may be a bit swollen from the heat.
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It rains on the just and unjust. I think part of professionalism is taking ups and downs at work philosophically. Or at least trying to.
Six weeks is nothing to sneeze at. I hope the healing keeps going apace.
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