after forty-two weeks of subacute care, i knocked off work at the qe one last time around 830pm on friday. walking down the ramp, looking back at the flat, sprawling, ugly monolith, a flash of nostalgia quickly quelled. no more overnight on-calls! no more disabled parking permit applications to fill out! im free at last!
but you (think you) know i (think i) love it.
however, this is not just more end-of-rotation rhetoric spurred on by the relief of finishing a physically and emotionally exhausting rotation or the five weeks of annual leave hot on its heels; no, its long past time for me to get back to acute, learn how to put drips in again, dealing with acute nurses, real codes, rushed communications with patients and their families, senior colleagues watching/looking over my back. i dont know. i cant tell. how its going to go. whatever.
home for three days then onwards to nyc. practically a whole twenty-four hours spent on planes and airports. bugger me. i hate flying.
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