Each and every day I have to fill up my left rear tire. (I suppose Betty can't be perfect, though I still think she is.)
It seems to be slowly leaking; I find it nearly flat every morning. It's been quite a nuisance the past few days... and it serves to remind me of the constant drain, and subsequent refill that is my energy, my confidence and the joy for the work that I do.
I have had wins, and I have had losses. But when the tire empties, I continue to fill it back up, despite the losses.... and I am happy.
I recently filled the tire by nailing my first solo Lumbar Puncture.
"Champagne", as they say.... and, just like that, I was filled to 30 PSI.
Today, I suppose, was neutral. My love for procedures was fed, but... to the point of nausea and bloating.... like the horrible feeling you get when you eat a whole Chipotle burrito and weren't really ready for it.
I'm on day 5 of a 5 day stretch tomorrow... and, it's the longest stretch of work days in a row I've had in 3 months at the ER. So, I guess I should just count my blessings and shut my face.
I still love life, and I still love my job.
oh, and I still love Chipotle.
