The downside of not wearing a watch
Oct. 11th, 2005 10:33 pm...is that i can't remember what day of the week it is.
I guess I will have to start paying attention again, since I am going back to work this week. I wandered over to the hospital this afternoon and put myself down for a couple of shifts. I'll be working in the ICU as a per-diem staff nurse, which means I can pick up shifts whenever I like, but really only have to work three days a pay period. I have to pay my own healthcare premiums, which cost about as much per month as what I make in a 12=hour shift, but that's ok.
I thought I would be a little anxious about going back, but I don't seem to be anxious about anything at the moment. I seem to have wandered into a little patch of serenity. I'll savor it while it lasts.
I attended the grief support group last night after a couple of months away. There was a woman there who had just lost her husband about a month ago, and she was in the most indescribable pain. I remembered so clearly what that was like--it is so intense that it just drops you to your knees, and you can't even imagine how there could be a way out of it.
It gets better, but it takes faith to believe that.
I looked back through my paper journal the other day looking for a particular entry, and read a little about where I was back in January. There was one entry that caught my attention. it said, in block letters, "BAD DAY BAD DAY", and i knew exactly what it meant.
I don't have that kind of pain anymore. And I can actually experience joy.
I guess I will have to start paying attention again, since I am going back to work this week. I wandered over to the hospital this afternoon and put myself down for a couple of shifts. I'll be working in the ICU as a per-diem staff nurse, which means I can pick up shifts whenever I like, but really only have to work three days a pay period. I have to pay my own healthcare premiums, which cost about as much per month as what I make in a 12=hour shift, but that's ok.
I thought I would be a little anxious about going back, but I don't seem to be anxious about anything at the moment. I seem to have wandered into a little patch of serenity. I'll savor it while it lasts.
I attended the grief support group last night after a couple of months away. There was a woman there who had just lost her husband about a month ago, and she was in the most indescribable pain. I remembered so clearly what that was like--it is so intense that it just drops you to your knees, and you can't even imagine how there could be a way out of it.
It gets better, but it takes faith to believe that.
I looked back through my paper journal the other day looking for a particular entry, and read a little about where I was back in January. There was one entry that caught my attention. it said, in block letters, "BAD DAY BAD DAY", and i knew exactly what it meant.
I don't have that kind of pain anymore. And I can actually experience joy.
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Date: 2005-10-12 01:16 pm (UTC)Next up: GOOD DAY GOOD DAY
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Date: 2005-10-12 01:26 pm (UTC)I think I lost my faith in the early years of grief and it is just now coming back.
I am very glad you have reached the place you are at now
your pains and joys and everything make me feel quite humble.
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Date: 2005-10-12 03:45 pm (UTC)I am glad that the light is outweighing the shadow in your life now.
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Date: 2005-10-12 05:54 pm (UTC)Work: Boo!!!
:)
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Date: 2005-10-12 06:04 pm (UTC)when i went into the ICU yesterday to put myslf on the schedule, i was met with a barrage of hugs--it was pretty cool. i think that was why i first went back to work last january--the people i work with are so good.
one nice thing about living for a while is knowing that although the moments of serenity and joy don't last forever, neither do the moments of pain and anguish. as george harrison said, "all things must pass".
i watched a great movie the other day--"born into brothels". if you haven't already seen it, i think you would really like it. it is about a photographer who spends time in the brothels of india, teaching the kids there how to take pictures.
look how chatty i am!
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Date: 2005-10-12 06:26 pm (UTC)Yep, everything passes, which is often comforting -- still there are moments I want to crawl into and curl up in for a while. They're always snatched away before I can do that.
I missed "born into brothels", but it's on my mental to-see list.
Chatty is good!
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