A Girl in the Curl is back in school
I got to bed around 1 am last night, too tired to talk to the hubby on the phone as I do every night in bed, so we made it short and sweet—told him I’d call him tomorrow, etc, wished each other good days tomorrow.
I got up when the alarm went off at 5:30.
Made espresso.
spilled some of it.
Put on my scrubs, threw on my jacket and grabbed my stethescope and walked off to the hospital.
When I got there, my preceptor was late (as usual) so I went out onto the floor.
There I checked the patient assignment book; we weren’t on it.
I looked at the schedule; not on it.
Holy moly.
I went and did it.
I came to school on a Saturday.
How much does that suck!?
I came home and fell asleep in my scrubs, on top of my bed, and woke up and thought—what shall I do today?
The weather is GORGEOUS and a balmy 62 degrees.
I think today is a gift. I need to go do something other than work on this case study and 43 things.
What to do? what to do?
Central Park, perhaps…
