Everyone

Fuck.

Ring

 

Rubbed

 

He hopped up and rubbed Nicole's arm several times last evening. Very happy about this.  He's letting me rest my head against his body, if I reach back and pet him, he purrs. We make progress. 

This past week working my job alone has been difficult. Keeping my nose above water, but I was right to be daunted. I have my tomorrow mapped out, as I begin to make it my own. Lots of problems, and dealing with problems is the job. It's all awkward, I'm still pretty slow, trying not to let it infest my dreams.

We've been watching the new Ted Lasso series. So well written, acted, made, very glad to have found it. 

We went to the street fair yesterday, in light rain it was much nicer than when the sun beats down. Found a ring that suited, Dylan got it for me. Not expensive, wouldn't know what to do with expensive, but appealing, with a lapis stone. 

Tunnels

Took her out this morning, since the smoke is clear at the moment. She loved the green tunnels under the overgrown sunflowers and catnip. Got her line snarled, so I unclipped her.  She's no longer prone to bolting, I trusted her to stay in the garden. When she was done, she low-crawled to the front door.  

Zeppo still has me on probation. I can pet his back and tail and that's it. Since I'm not coming away with a smear of loose fur now, it was worth it to get him brushed.

UPDATE: I have been provisionally forgiven. 

 So. My colleague/trainer is going on her long awaited two week vacation. I'm being trusted to keep things running until her return. I find this daunting, of course. There is help around, but mostly I have to be up to speed on all the tasks I've been trained to do. It seems they trust me to ask questions and not go off the rails too badly, and admit mistakes. Feels so much like when my clinical instructors in nursing school would put me off on my own, not because I was any better especially, but they knew I wouldn't do anything too far out of expectations. 

Friday, in clinic, I managed to schedule three surgeries, one in the Procedure room, two in the OR requiring different criteria. As well as all the other consults and orders and... well, stuff. I first looked at the time at 1215. Nothing like busy to make time whooooosh by.  I make mistakes, I fix mistakes, I keep going. This has got to be good for my brain, right? 

One patient had his service dog, big, broad, fluffy creature. He stopped at the office area where we, the coordinators and residents chart. I admired his dog "I know I can't pet her while she's working..." He said, Oh, of course you can! All three nurses were immediately were giving her ruffles and "good-girl!"s.   Looked like a Husky/German Shepherd/Newfie mix, with a shorter snout, and the softest fur ever.  Made our day. 

The feedback I'm getting so far is very positive, and appreciated. I don't think I'm doing anything different than in the OR in terms of work attitude, but for some reason I have not figured out yet, I'm seen very differently. I got a secure message back from a patient right before I left yesterday, thanking me. That never happened in the OR - because of drugs. I'm not terribly motivated by thanks, but once in a while... yeah, it's nice to be noticed and remembered, proof that I've made a difference.