(Photo stolen from the web so sue me.)My head wasn't really in the game today, but nothing came up at work that was much challenging. A lung patient who was doing well, a paraplegic whose short-term prognosis was very good because he'd soon be over this bout of pneumonia, a guy waiting for Monday to roll around so he could get a video-assisted-thoracoscopy and wedge resection (his sats kept dropping to 80% but he looked good doing it,) and a guy who went home first thing this morning. The patient I got in his place had a complex history including a perforated esophagus with an esophageal stent.
Now that's more like it.
Anyways, I blithered away the day thinking about other things.
My guitar studies have taken an intense turn and this has tossed me into the throes of a deep melancholic nostalgia; for music school, for my old musical friends, and indeed just for the repertoire I used to have. So there's that. I loved it all. The competition, the pressure to perform, the essence of perfection that only marks the beginning of understanding the performance of any given piece of concert music... well, I guess a lot of that can be translated into nursing, but it's not the same.
Nursing is a beautiful thing and I love my coworkers, but nursing lacks music. Sort of. Sort of not.
Tomorrow spousie is taking me to The Big Island along with our child and their same-age cousin. So I had that to distract me from work, too.
1 comment:
Habe fun and enjoy! We'll be in Hawaii in June, on Kauai, though. Love the big island though -- I remember as a kid walking along the black sand beach with my dad, one of my best memories.
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