Shiver

Cold and a rainy day. "Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather."

They've halted work on the bus stop construction as the rain falls.  Garden is happy, though.  Rain barrels full.  Hoping the VOA house for young men, the tall white and red building, is open again by summer. 

Worked on the resume this morning, corrected mistakes I hadn't noticed before. As much as I've been idly looking for work the past two years, I unintentionally hampered my own meager efforts. Apparently. 

As much trouble as I had with a handful of my least experienced cow-orkers, I loved all the scrubs, and surgeons, and nurses, and anesthesiologists and the work, oh so much. I love my patients, as proxy family, for the whole time they are my patients. It's a limited time but very real love, I behave lovingly toward them, with full attention and care. Which is exactly why I had trouble with those who were not acting in good faith, within the limits of their responsibilities, when they put patients at risk. 

The scab on the bridge of my nose came off this morning. There will be a scar hidden when I wear glasses. My face a bit yellow-bruised, swelling gone. Other bruises showing up. Feeling the years sticking and dangling, still unbalanced and raw.