I Want To Know What You're Thinking

It has been a little while since my last post.  I have been pretty busy with work and travel and such.  I had a very nice weekend visiting friends.  I got to see Jill, one of the coolest people ever.  As long as I have known her (since middle school . . . that was in the 90's.  Man--I'm getting old!!), she has been driven.  She knew all along that she wanted to be a veterinarian.  We graduated from High School in 1997, and she graduated from Utah State in 2000, I think (TOTAL smarty-pants!  I didn't officially graduate from the U until 2007!).  Then she went directly to Vet school in Washington state, graduated from there, and moved to Florida to begin her practice.  I wish I had that kind of gumption and/or direction.  I knew that I wanted to be in the medical field, but I was definitely not cut out for Medical School.  a) I'm not competitive enough (okay, okay, I tend to run away from competition!), b) my grades weren't that great, and c) I wanted to have a life.  As many of my doctor friends can tell you, Medical School and Internship and Residency and Fellowships ARE your life.  Many of them have families, but it's extremely difficult to do both--especially if you have kids.  Frankly, I'm too lazy to try to do it all.

So . . . somehow I ended up here--working with doctors and nurses and a lot of cool people.  I'm really going to miss this group; they are my second family.  Actually, I probably see them more than I do my immediate family, and I have been here for nearly four years.  I do love learning and speaking with the surgeons and asking them questions and assisting them with procedures.  I have to admit that it's pretty cool.

I am a little bit worried about this next chapter.  I had a dream that the entire hospital had been remodeled, and I totally got lost--I couldn't even find the time clock!  It will take me a while to get used to the way they do things up on the hill . . . especially counting instruments.  *gulp*  I guess that means I'll have to learn their names, eh?  My excuse will be that they use different instruments than I'm used to . . . right? :o)  The schedulers posted my shifts, so other staff can pick them up once I am gone.  It's really real, and it does make me sad.

But the schedule will be so much better!  It will be tough to get up so early, and I will HAVE to get to bed earlier, but I will love being home in the evenings.  I'll be able to go to ward and RS activities!  I'll be able to eat dinner with my family and give my baby a bath every night!  Yay!

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I started this post a couple of days ago, but I want to post it.  I have a couple of pictures for you.  Not great, but here's one.  I need to go to bed, and Picnik isn't saving my pictures, so it's definitely time to say good night.  Later.