Today is my first day back to work after a month off to care for then grieve for my dad. I'm not looking forward to it! I'm tired and I'm burning out at this ER. I know I have to make a change soon and I'm so hoping that means the position as ED/Information Services liaison nurse. If I don't get that job, I'm committed to staying at my current employer until at least October, to ensure our new Dedicated Fast Track area opens and functions fairly well before I move on.
On Saturday, I met with the doctor I've been working with on the Fast Track project and apparently nothing has moved forward in the time I've been off. This is terribly frustrating! I also haven't heard word one about the new position. I guess the day will be full of new information for me, huh? At least I hope so!
Well, I survived. And, no, I won't work as a bedside nurse until I retire (and I definitely plan on retiting before I die with my Crocs on! I used to think I could do it. Maybe I could in another specialty (WHY did I ever give up that cushy antepartum job??? Oh yeah...for "love!") or another ER but not this one. Besides, I've got my sights set on nursing informatics now or something, somehow combining nursing skill and computing. Who knows...maybe I'll write a really nursing-friendly medical documentation program and become filthy rich!? Lol!
The Sugar Mama: No ordinary princess, MadMom (aka Cheryl), a spiritual journeywoman and consumate sensuist, presents slivers of life as The Mutt's Mistress. She spends her working days as ER nurse extraordinaire trying to provide Sadie with the best life can offer and her days off as a silver-haired, sex-positive, feminist, proud, middle-aged, single, lesbian grandma trying to make her way in the blogosphere and the universe at large.
Really, It's ALL About The Dog...snuffle; yawn & stretch; run; chase down and kill small,
furry mammals; scratch; eat; perform inane tricks for treats; play; run; bark; chase small, furry mammals
in my sleep; drink; sniff butts; run; sigh; snore; bark at small, furry mammals in my sleep; run;
munch very questionable crunchy things (possibly former small, furry mammals) while walking my human;
jump; fetch...well, sort-of. Have I mentioned running? BELLY RUBS RULE!
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Well, I survived. And, no, I won't work as a bedside nurse until I retire (and I definitely plan on retiting before I die with my Crocs on! I used to think I could do it. Maybe I could in another specialty (WHY did I ever give up that cushy antepartum job??? Oh yeah...for "love!") or another ER but not this one. Besides, I've got my sights set on nursing informatics now or something, somehow combining nursing skill and computing. Who knows...maybe I'll write a really nursing-friendly medical documentation program and become filthy rich!? Lol!
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Cheryl, at April 04, 2006 12:40 AM
Glad you survived hun.. any news on the potential new job? And to be the first begger if you get filthy rich then please share lol!
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Moley123, at April 04, 2006 6:27 AM
Suuuure...everybody wants to be your friend when you're filthy rich! ; ) Good to see you, Moley! xoxox
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Cheryl, at April 04, 2006 7:54 AM
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