Pasta and peas.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Today was... interesting.
It started with a cup of very strong coffee at 4:45am, and is ending soon (once I finish my paperwork for tomorrow's clinical) with this yummy meal. I don't know why I was craving pasta and peas, but it just sounded like comfort.
Without divulging too much, my 11 hours at the hospital was challenging. In a good way, yes. I always learn so much from my patients, and this patient was no exception. He was exceptionally interested in teaching me about every aspect of his care, which was both exhausting and rewarding. I learned where my threshold lies, as I ended up in a cold sweat on the floor at one point. That makes it sound worse than it was, but let me just say: wound care is not my calling. My teacher was calm and comforting, and she gave me water and had me put my head between my knees. I started crying and couldn't stop. I felt like a failure. A wimp. But thinking about it now, I think anyone in my situation might have reacted the same way.
Right now, my parents are on their way over to our house to spend a few days while they get their new house ready to be lived in. It'll be a fun, cozy time with all four of us under one roof, plus boxes and boxes of their things all over the place. It feels a little surreal having them stay with us instead of the other way around. I'm glad we can help.
All in all, it was a good day.
A very s t r e t c h i n g day, to say the least.
And for that I am thankful.