Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Friday, December 29, 2006
All work and no play
I now work at SFGH on the fourth floor. My unit specializes in Traumatic Brain Injury, ICU step-down and acute alcohol withdrawal. All I can say is that if the
Presently I am handling three patients with my preceptor (the maximum for my unit) and I am learning team
My brain is literally being rewired. I have the ‘overwhelm’ dreams typical of any new intense job; during my days off, my mind is constantly gravitating back to work.
Don’t get me wrong, I am okay with this. At this point in my life, perhaps because I realize there are fewer days ahead than there are behind, I don’t care about the stress. I have absolutely no interest any longer in finding what will ultimately make me ‘fulfilled’. I don’t care if I have mean coworkers or bosses. I obsessed about this ad nauseum in the past and no longer have any patience for it. Miraculously, I have learned to completely ignore insults, slights, and even outright aggression. There is even time to crack an inappropriate joke now and then.
I have found a good career; it will likely be my last, albeit with variation along the way. I will get through this learning curve. Four of the charge nurses on my unit are
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I am thinking of rededicating Gone to Croatoan to the notion of sustainable living. What with the slow unfolding of Peak Oil on our lives driving up the price of everything, and the simutaneous crash of the housing market nationally, it seems to me that a great deal of heartache could be prevented.
Just shop less; turn off your TV's; drive less. "Sure, sure. Easy for you to say," you say. I think we are arriving at a point where you can either simplify voluntarily, on your own terms, or you will be forced to, through circumstance.