Monday on Tuesday

Yes, the day after a holiday sucks on so many levels. People who can't take it (or imbibed too much) take off.

Otherwise, it seems like any other Tuesday. Except today didn't seem like a day after a holiday or Tuesday. Today, after our regular weekly meeting, (which was blissfully short) had a terrible pall.

One of my favorite interdisciplinary team members, C. is dying. Dying as we had our meeting, and were talking about our current crop of rehab patients. It reminded me of one other time where I went into report and the boss told us, "As we speak Mr. Warhero is dying." He was right: Warhero died that night. To me, how small and insignificant the meeting seemed today.

I finally left the meeting (after our chaplain prayed for him/her) and it got a little better. I buried myself in a project or two. As a result, I had to look at the way things have been going over the past few years. Thankfully, they are getting better.  C. helped us to get where we are. C. helped inspire other folks in his/her discipline to do the same.  We are not where I want us to be for our little group in the Hotel Rehab (I thought we'd be there three years ago...) but we are closer.

I was sad for so many things when C. retired last year, due to health reasons. Sad that I could no longer go down the hall and see him/her. Sad that we'd never get to work together and get your rehab program where it rightly belonged. Sad that I knew this day would eventually come.

'Twas a pity it came so soon. Godspeed you on your journey, C, and may the angels greet you and lead you to paradise. You've earned it.

Sure seemed like Monday

Except it was Tuesday. Surprise! Ah, the fun you can have at work when you forget what day it is because you were sick the day before.

At least I didn't need the seasickness pills.

The relative with the oddball unknown disease called today. Turns out it may be an even more oddball family thing. They will find out soon and let me know. (What a plus to being a nurse...knowing about every medically related thing). I get asked about just about everything: bowels, bladder, forgetfulness.

Sometimes I think I'm back at work!

Nevertheless, I am so happy I don't have to tell EVERYONE about this at the Christmas party this year. Hallmark just doesn't make a good card for it.

More later...

My day...

This quote sums it up:

Nothing can be done except little by little.~ Charles Baudelaire

Especially when most of your day will be held captive in meetings. Here I go!

Stay tuned (some actual work may get done today)...