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I have forgotten how much I love the smell of the Maine coast until walking the bay this afternoon with my dear friend Amy, her husband and daughter. I try to remember days like this when I wake up unhappy to be so far away from Chris and Mabel.
Work is FINE, the unit is interesting and of course the first day off orientation I had the most unstable patient. Didn't this happen before somewhere else, and I thought this hospital was going to be "easy"? The 7 bed ICU employs maybe a dozen employees and staffs only 3 nurses a night with no secretary. My orientation consists of 8 hours of hospital paperwork and 2 nights on the unit! Throughout the night I ask myself why I bother to travel, I have no rapport with any of the physicians, never get the hang of the damn computers until at least a month into the assignment, and not to mention having to learn how each hospital does things differently from line placements to medical interventions is a true pain in the ass. Then the paycheck comes and all these worries disappear briefly while I spend each dollar I make.
This Friday I will be heading home to VT, so come visit.