Wings for Me

I've officially completed two weeks of my 3 month orientation in the cath lab. I never thought my last day in the ICU would come and it did and I can't really put into words how it felt to peace the fuck out of there. I've said it several times and I'll say it again...the ICU is a cesspool of misery and I don't ever have to go back. Bedside nursing is my own personal hell. The cath lab is so much better, more relaxed and fun. Sure, work is work, it'll be stressful, the patients are sick, codes happen often, and some physicians will be a challenge to deal with but that will get better with time and experience. I just hope time is on my side. According to my preceptor, I'm ahead of the curve and most likely will be off orientation early. We'll see but, in the meantime, i'll enjoy my security blanket. Everyone seems super nice and welcoming (with a few exceptions-those who are difficult to read; for some reason, I'm sensitive to that). There's a lot of laughing (I told my preceptor this week that I've laughed more since I started than I had the whole time I was in the unit), jokes, inappropriate conversation which is great. People make fun and fuck around with each other constantly. I really feel like I can be myself. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh of relief. Hard work (studying, ACLS, PALS) is on the horizon but its different when you're doing it for a job you don't hate. Hate is a strong word and I mean it.

I finished report on my last day, did the walk around bidding farewell to those being left behind, then drove directly to Gusanoz and dropped my ass on a bar stool. I explained to the barkeep what I needed and he delivered 2 very strong, large margaritas. A great way to start a mini vaca before starting a new job. Unfortunately, I really didn't have lunch that day (although I did have a piece of cake which was bought for me) and the restaurant was only open for another hour so I sucked those bitches down with some chips and salsa. Poor Dayna had to practically carry my wasted ass out to the car and drive me home. I ended up throwing up several times and wasting the entire next day feeling like shit. But it was worth it. I hope upon hope I don't ever feel that way towards a job ever again. I'm also really proud of myself for not taking a mental health day between Cali and my last day. GO ME.

I had some fun events to get me through that time. Amy and the kids came up for the day on the 21st. We caught up, went out to lunch and to the Montshire. I spent a lovely day in Ctown on the 25th which began with the TPN walk to end domestic violence with Ashley and the kids. I got to partake in Simone's first dining experience at Lui Luis on the 1st. I went to Sherry's college graduation on the 9th.

My motivation to train is improving. Being happier in general and having a set schedule will help but there's still room for improvement. Originally, I was thinking the CHAD half but that's a no go because I recently realized I'll be in Mexico. I have to find another half marathon to sign up for so I'll continue. I am, however, happy with what I accomplished on the rail trail today...5 miles, 3 of which I ran. Sunny and not quite 70, prefect. I'm closer to where I used to be than I thought and it felt delightful. I'm almost back. Reach the Beach here I come. On that note, it made me tired and a little sore. I think I'll hit the ole dusty trail, so to speak. G'night