Thursday, October 22, 2020

October 22

 Man, this month is just flying by. I totally meant to update more often, but then all of a sudden it's been six weeks since I last did and I don't know where the time went. 

I spent a long weekend camping a few weeks ago, and boy howdy was it needed. Four days of hiking, relaxing, outdoors, sunshine, and campfire coffee were the exact things I needed to recharge. I haven't really taken any time off since the summer, and while I didn't actually work less around this trip it really felt like I did. Normally I make the mistake of trying to extend a trip until the very last moment, where I get home and have to go to work the next morning. This time I planned for an extra day at home even though it meant one less day camping. And it worked! Camping was amazing and then I got to have a relaxing day at home to catch up with my cats. Somehow the time off felt even longer because of this.

Anyway, here's some pictures! 


But since this is ostensibly a medical blog, let me leave you with a phrase one of our psych patients yelled across the ER recently and which still has me laughing every time I think about it...


What a strange career I've chosen.

*sadly, I was not present for this event and have only heard tales of it. What I would give to have witnessed it first hand!

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

An Accord

"I'm sorry!" the security guard whispered to me. The security guard who was called to help calm down the grouchiest, grumpiest, Clint-Eastwood-get-off-my-lawn old man ever. This crotchety guy had sprung a Plavix nosebleed while recovering on our rehab floor from open heart surgery, and was obstinate enough that the rehab staff was just spinning their wheels trying to stop the bleeding.

Two hours later, he finally demands to come down to the ER. So now he's pissed off, grouchy, tired from being two weeks post-CABG, and COVERED in blood. He's cussing everyone, horking up giant blood clots, and generally refusing to hold pressure on his nose long enough to at least attempt to stop the bleeding. This attitude has already caused his rehab nurse to wish him gone, the security officer to apologize to me, and the rapid response team to make apology-eyes at me when dropping him off in my ER room.

Maybe I was feeling more charitable than usual, or maybe I'm getting nicer, but he and I somehow came to an accord as I was starting his IV. At first poke, he goes "OHGAWDAMMITIKNEWYOUWEREGONNAMISSIT and accused me of enjoying making him hurt. I responded with "what the hell dude? Why are you cussing me, when I'm already done with your IV? Which I got, by the way." He then apologized for his mouth, and I told him I wasn't sorry for doing my job and that he doesn't need to apologize for cussing, just for cussing AT me. He just sighed and goes "it's been a hell of a month."

We then talked about his surgery, the hospital food, where we've each lived in this country, and general frustrations with healthcare. He was still grouchy and never what I'd call pleasant, but it was clear that he was just fed up with being sick and in the hospital. He apologized again for being a turd, and I was able to gently let him know that acting like said turd will in fact make his stay more difficult, longer, and less pleasant. He seemed to take that to heart, and even managed to give me a little smile and a goodbye wave as he went back upstairs. Whether he continued to terrorize the rehab floor staff, I'll never know. But I hope not!

Wednesday, August 26, 2020


I love it when a plan comes together! A nice guy getting admitted tonight didn't get a chance to order a meal tray before the kitchen closed. He asked me if we had "carrots or something else" to eat. Since carrots aren't a standard snack in the ER, I offered him graham crackers and pudding.

The patient next door did order a meal tray, but decided to AMA before it was delivered. When nutrition brought it up he was already gone, but obviously all the nurses descended on the tray to see if there was anything good on it. When we opened it, it was ALL CARROTS!

Imagine that! One guy left AMA like he wanted, one guy got a tray of random-ass carrots, and I got the dessert cookie off the tray as a finder's fee. Everyone wins!

Saturday, August 22, 2020

August 22

This year is really flying by at molasses speed, isn't it? It felt like March and the impending COVID wave was just a couple of weeks ago, and all of a sudden it's almost the end of August. Weird!

Things are going here. Our hospital is on the upswing after COVID really wrecked us in June and  July, when we were up to four entire floors dedicated to it. Now we're down to one ICU/intermediate unit and one med/surg floor. We still aren't allowing visitors in the ER, but the rest of the hospital is slowly getting back towards some semblance of normalcy. 

I've also completed my charge training and had a couple of shifts on my own, with two more coming up this weekend. So far I haven't burned the department down, and have managed to do a decent job - I think. So that's good!

But today is for a more somber post, one in remembrance of a patient who was one of the nicest, most kind hearted people I've ever met. He was a regular in my Home Hospital ER, so much so that he knew the name of everyone there. But not only did he know everyone's name, he knew the names of their kids, when staff members had ill family, were putting themselves through school, and when their birthdays were. He was a relentlessly positive person, who checked in to the ER only after he had asked how each of the triage staff members were that day. He struggled with sickle cell disease and was in chronic pain, but never got frustrated with the long waits or snippy with the staff. Even when he felt terrible, he still had nothing but kind words to say to the staff. On more than one occasion, someone would start yelling at the triage staff about something and he would get up from his seat, walk over, and tell them to give it a rest because we were doing our best. He literally broke up an argument between family members one time before we could get to it because he wanted the waiting room to be a place of healing, not anger.

One of my personal favorite stories about him was a day I was working in triage - it was godawfully busy  and I was taking him and another patient back to their rooms at the same time. He told me he felt bad for how busy we were and how much I was walking back and forth, so why didn't I just let him take himself back to his room so I didn't have to? I handed him his chart, which was really just his little intake paper, and he walked himself back to his pod, dropped his chart in the rack, let the nurses know he was there, and tucked himself into his room with a blanket from the warmer. 

He had an implanted port due to his frequent hospital visits and always let the newer nurses access it. He'd walk them through it, troubleshoot when things went wrong, and never, ever made them feel bad if they missed it. I personally got comfortable accessing ports because of his kindness and encouragement.

One of my mentors at Home Hospital has been there his entire career - and he remembers taking care of this patient when he was only 8 or 9 years old and first diagnosed. It just astounds me that he was able to keep going for so long with such a painful disease, and remain so unfailingly positive. I wish more people were like him. I've thought about him many, many times over the years since leaving Home Hospital, and am sad I won't get the chance to take care of him again. We care about all of our patients, but some of them truly mean so much more to us.


A sincere thanks to Sue in Australia, OldFoolRN, Shash, and Solitary Diner for the comments checking in through COVID. I really, truly appreciate it. One of my favorite things about blogging, and why I've kept at it for so long, is that I feel like I've got an internet family out there thinking about me. Even though I've never met any of you, it's one more positive in this world that so desperately needs it!

Thursday, July 2, 2020

COVID-19 (7/2/20)

Hey guys! I'm still here. Still kicking, and still stressed, but in a much better head space than I was a few weeks ago.

COVID is getting horrible here in Texas. Wear a mask, you guys. For fucks sake, wear a mask.

I had another training shift as charge yesterday, and boy was it a doozy. I kept taking critical lab values, and they were all for COVID. All positive. I took two at a time, more than once. Everyone is sick. Our department is on the verge of getting overwhelmed, and I'm scared. I thought I was scared back in April and May, but this is next level. I don't think we'll get to NYC levels as our population density is much lower and supply chains are less fucked than they were two months ago, but....then again, with the way things are trending we might not be far off.

I took two weeks off, and went to visit my parents in Home State. This was before things got real bad again. I social distanced, safer at home (besides work, of course), zoom friend hangouts only before I visited them. I also got tested for COVID, and while I know it's not 100% my negative test made me feel a lot better before seeing them. I'm glad I did when I had the chance, because while I was on the East Coast all I kept reading about was how Texas has done a complete 180 and was taking a nosedive directly into the shitter.

My first shift back was unbelievably awful. So many sick people, so many non-sick people just out doing their thing, and an astounding number of people who wandered into the ER without a mask already on - and then got pissed at us for requiring it.

I think we're fucked. Really.

But at least my head space is better, like I said before. The time off, lounging in the sun, talks with friends, and then knowledge that I have counseling resources available any time has been a huge help. I never did get into seeing a counselor, but that is still on the agenda - since I knew I had those two weeks off I pushed it back a bit to see if the time away helped. Thankfully it did. But the stress and anxiety are still there, and I'm still working on it.

I'll be updating more often, but I hope you guys are staying well and staying safe. Also, WEAR YOUR FUCKING MASKS, PEOPLE!

Wednesday, May 27, 2020


My Monday night shift was one of the most emotionally wrecking shifts I've had, ever. Not all bad, but definitely draining. I've been thinking that I wanted to utilize the employee assistance program counseling at our hospital for a while now just with all the stress and anxiety from COVID, but after that shift...yeah, I'm gonna need it.


A coworker of mine called me in to help sit her patient up in bed, and she had warned me earlier that this patient wasn't doing well at all. The patient was a million years old, and had refused all care because she "just wants to go home." At first, my coworker thought that she wanted to go back to her residence, but the patient then said "don't do anything, I'm going to take my last breath here and I know where I'm going." My coworker was a little freaked out, so she called me in to help. Just before walking into the room, she told me that she was afraid when we sat that patient up that she would pass.

I helped my coworker sit this ancient patient up, she took a few deep breaths, and then over the next ten minutes we held her hands as she died. It was peaceful. It was devastating. It hurt me, to know that she would have died all alone if we weren't sitting there. I was thankful that I was the person my coworker asked to come in with her, but it was hard. We both cried, a lot. You could see the patient just...let go. She was there, and then she wasn't.

After that, we took a few minutes to gather ourselves and then immediately went into the next room to take care of a patient slowly, excruciatingly, trying to fight end stage liver failure and a wound infection. Their family wants everything done so they can get better and come home. They aren't going to make it though this.


I spent part of the shift in triage as well, getting yelled at by everyone in the city who doesn't want to wear a mask, or gets pissed when they can't have four friends come back to their room with them, or went out to a big house party two weeks ago and now feels short of breath with an SpO2 of 84% but flat out denies that they had any exposure to COVID.

I also had to help keep an eye on the waiting room for the family members of a traumatically deceased patient, which is a moment I absolutely dread.

The last half of my shift was up in our trauma bays, where we took care of a very critical patient for hours. The trauma surgeon, normally excellent and one of my favorites, got sloppy and left a sharp on the tray. When I was moving the tray off the patient, I felt a poke in my finger and realized that he had left a needle unaccounted for even after saying he had gotten them all. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed my hands with soap and water and betadine, but we all saw the blood it drew. Everyone in the room witnessed it, including the surgeon who instantly and profusely apologized.

I had to go through the whole process of paperwork, lab draws, house supervisor, everything. It sucks. I go in to employee health on Friday to hear his lab results and find out if I have to start taking any medications, but this waiting period is the absolute worst. Does he have HIV? Hepatitis? Do I? It fucking sucks. This is the first time I've ever had an exposure to anything. I feel a little bit numb, but mostly I'm angry.

I know the surgeon didn't maliciously leave that sharp on the tray, but this is the second time in a month that I have personally berated him for leaving sharps on the a tray - he left an open scalpel in a tray a few weeks back that nearly nicked me when I moved the trash aside. He apologized then, but after Monday I'm wondering if I'll be able to trust him anymore when working a trauma. We rely on each other to stay safe - there's so many opportunities to get hurt in a busy trauma. I do my part to keep my coworkers healthy, but who is looking out for me?


The other day I found out that a physician I used to work with at Home Hospital lost both her sister and her father to COVID. They were also physicians, which is just heartbreaking.


I'm just exhausted. COVID has really stretched us thin, and after this night and everything else going on in this world, I'm realizing I need to take advantage of the free counseling at work. No shame in doing that. I'll keep you guys updated on how it goes. Thanks for listening.

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Idiocy, part 2

Halfway through my charge orientation, you guys. It's going...well? Horribly? Who can even tell, these days.

It's a very weird sensation to be at the bottom of the knowledge pile again. With every new role I've taken on over the past 11 years, it's been the same feelings of crushing inadequacy and slight panic that I'm doing a terrible job but have fooled everyone into not realizing it. I guess those same years have given me enough foresight to realize that those feelings will pass, though. I've managed to adapt and learn and grow enough that I became proficient at the things I've tried, from triage to travel nursing to trauma care to precepting. I've even been through this charge thing before.

I got suckered into doing charge as a way-too-new nurse years ago. I was very fortunate to work at a great facility that supported me and taught me everything I needed to know, but I was definitely not feeling ready to charge at that point. Somehow, though, I got through it and managed not to accidentally burn the ER down.

Fast forward 8 years and I'm learning that my old relief charge job was almost...easier? While I wasn't as strong clinically, I think that ER had a much better flow and there was far less paperwork than my current one. It's only been a week of orientation here but it seems like I spend most of my time documenting all the things that happen - a sticker in the book of traumas, paging the stat system for every elevated lactic acid, remember to put a sticker in the stroke book AND page the stat system AND call the neurologist. STEMIs get paged to the stat line but you don't call the cardiologist on-call, you have to call the interventional doc. Everything goes into an email at the end of the shift, including all the information you just put into the log books. Keep track of your bed board, too! You're the one who has to make sure there are admit orders before requesting the bed. It's also global pandemic time so make sure the bed requested is for the right COVID floor. Sometimes there are airborne negative pressure rooms on other floors, but it's anyones guess as to which rooms those are. Better figure it out before you request the bed! All COVID-suspected patients go into a log as well, and you've got to keep a running tally of how many are admitted vs discharged. Sometimes people have to get tested twice! Especially psych patients, which means they get stuck in our ER for hours, maybe days. We've got exactly six rooms with glass windows/doors, and four of those are our negative pressure rooms. If you have a psych patient who gets swabbed, they're now on airborne isolation and have to go to one of those rooms. Where do you put the truly sick COVID patients when all rooms are taken up by psychs?

It's a massive juggling act, made so much more complicated by COVID. So far I feel like I've been doing nothing but paperwork, and really haven't been able to round the department to check on people, support them, re-distribute resources and make sure people have what they need to do well. Hopefully after learning the processes I will be able to get better at being an actual good charge nurse, not just a warm body sitting in the chair and getting yelled at by everyone while I'm busy putting stickers in books. Hopefully.

Saturday, May 16, 2020


BOY HOWDY was my first charge orientation...interesting.

It seems that I am in fact a shit magnet, so much so that the shift supervisor wandered by and after finding out that it was my first day kindly asked me to leave and not do this again. 

I felt a little overwhelmed with the amount of mundane details I have to learn, and I think the hardest part is going to be navigating the ever-changing COVID processes. Overall though I think this will be okay - everyone that has found out I'm going to be charging has been very supportive, which is a very nice feeling. It definitely makes me feel like I've been a positive part of the department, which is what I hope for. I'll never go so far as to drink the Kool-Aid and be like "this hospital is the be all, end all and you should be thankful you get the privilege to work here," but I do want to be a person who isn't a drag to work with and who actively strives to make the workplace better.

My most important goal is to become someone who doesn't charge to get out of work, but in fact does it to make everyone else's work better. I want to be the person who takes whatever frustrations I have with being a staff nurse and works to resolve them, as opposed to viewing charge as a way out from dealing with those daily issues. 

I also won't be doing charge full time. It will only be 1-2 shifts every two weeks, as they want to split the available shifts equally amongst the charge nurses. Their intention is to keep the charges from being solely a charge nurse. They want to have the charges also have regular staff shifts, which I think is a good idea. That way everyone has to deal with the regular COVID rooms, or take a group of four patients, or generally get shit on with a crappy assignment, just like the staff nurses do. If you regularly work a shift in the trenches, you can't get all high and mighty doing charge - you then split assignments and send help and cover your nurses as if you were the one taking that group, because on your next shift you probably will be.

Anyway, I'm optimistic that I won't be dog shit at this, and I'm excited to try something new. I hope I can be a good and positive charge nurse, and will strive for that by acting as if I am assigning myself those patients. Hopefully this goes well, and I'll keep y'all updated!

Tuesday, May 12, 2020


You guys, I'm an idiot.

COVID has wrecked our comfy little ER way of life, in addition to being the Great World Fuckery of my lifetime. My job is stressful at baseline, and dealing with this pandemic has brought on so many changes. Hospitals are losing money hand over fist, so budgets are being cut wherever possible. The first thing to go at our ER was any overtime shift. As in, you can't work it. We operate at a below-par staffing level anyway, and cutting out all the overtime shifts has meant twice the work with half the staff. Oh, you're gowned up in a COVID room and need something? Better hope your coworkers aren't also taking care of a COVID patient because there is no one extra available to help. Two priority 1 traumas coming in? No extra nurses coming to the rescue, because ain't no one there. You're intubating your respiratory distress patient in the isolation corner? Sucks to be you, because our isolation rooms are staffed by ONE person.

There's a wave of new graduate nurses, which while new grads are great I'm not a fan of having twelve of them at once. I mean that literally. There are four orienting now, four more that just finished two weeks ago, and four more starting in another two months. Plus another eight that have less than a year on the job. Training in the time of COVID has been an especially big beating. Try teaching hospital policy to a new grad when the policy will change by the time you've finished explaining it.

It's been one of the hardest, most stressful times of my life.

So what did I do? I said, "how can I make my life more stressful right now?" and replied to the department-wide email asking for charge nurse applications.

Y'all. I applied for one of the two open charge nurse positions available. They picked me (and another coworker who I think will be absolutely fantastic as charge and I want to be like her when I grow up).

I'm an idiot.

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

COVID-19 (4/8/20)

I'm still kicking, y'all.

It's been a weird couple of weeks since my last post. Our ER is still like a ghost town, since most of the usual BS complaints have finally figured out to stay home. It's amazing how few of the hypochondriacs come in with their typical complaints, once they've figured out that they can actually get sick and die just from being in a hospital waiting room. On the flip side, there's lots of people waiting too long to come in with serious complaints because they're scared and thus we're seeing worse outcomes in stuff that may have been treatable earlier.

And, of course, we're seeing a shit ton of MVCs and other random traumas because people can't STAY THE FUCK HOME. Seriously. The number of single-vehicle car accidents coming in with intoxicated people has just baffled me. We're all quarantined. You're not shopping at Kroger with a BAL of 280. Why are you driving? Who are you drinking with? WHY?!

On a much brighter note, our surgeon from a few posts ago is doing well! He's finally extubated and was recently downgraded from the ICU to tele. This really feels like a win for our hospital. Shit has been so stressful and I am so, so relieved to hear this news. He's obviously not going to be back seeing patients for the foreseeable future, but this is a huge step in the right direction.

One entire floor of our hospital has been converted to a COVID unit. I know there's a lot of shit talking between areas of specialty, in both directions, especially between ER and ICU and med/surg. It's what we all do. But I have got to hand it to these floors. They have literally nothing except COVID patients. I do not envy them, and I try to be encouraging when I bring a patient to them. There will be time for shit talking later, but for right now they need all the positivity they can get. Also they've got our surgeon up there and as long as they manage to not somehow fuck up and kill him, I may even refrain from shit talking them ever again.

I'm doing okay in my home isolation. My husband and I have managed to not kill each other yet, and we in fact have tackled house projects, hung artwork, done all the yardwork, deep cleaned, and not gained the COVID 19 pounds yet from eating everything in the house. I've been running outside since January - I was training for a 5k and when that was cancelled in March I just kept at it anyway. I'm up to an easy 4 miles now, and running a couple of times a week has really helped me clear my head and stay sane. A coworker of mine also gave out a phone number to a therapist friend of hers who has offered to do free video counseling for any of us in the hospital. I plan on taking her up on that next week, just to make sure my brain stays right.

I hope all of you readers are doing well also. These are weird, fucking hard times, and everyone has lost something - whether it's someone you know, financial stability, sanity, or a combo of all three. Do what you can to support those in a worse spot than you are, be kind to each other, keep an eye out for your neighbors if they need something, and do your part to stay home. 

Monday, March 30, 2020


On a lighter note, one of our doctors had to briefly stop by work yesterday. He put his mask on as per policy, and walked back into their charting area where he instantly caught a ton of flack for his attire.

The offense? Wearing flip flops.

As stated by a coworker, "He's fucking lucky this isn't ToeVID-19..."

Wednesday, March 25, 2020


Well, my last post was early this month. To use a metaphor, at that time I was standing on the dry shores of the healthcare ocean and thinking "I wonder if the tsunami will hit us?" A few days after  my post I noticed the waters start to recede, ever so slightly. The hospital volume dropped, we were wildly overstaffed for a week or two, and lots of people made jokes about hoping to get the coronavirus because then we'd get quarantined for two weeks at home.

It's now March 25, and I've found myself on that same dry shore, staring at a wall of water rushing towards me and knowing that even though I've tried to prepare it's still going to crash over everything. I'm officially fucking scared.

We've had plenty of positive cases at our hospital. I'm starting to see young, healthy people get admitted for respiratory compromise due to full blown pneumonia. We've had lots of older and higher risk people coming in, lots of whom are doing poorly. But that's all theoretical. I take care of hundreds of patients a year and don't know any of them. I don't know their life stories or kids, or inside jokes. It makes it easier to treat them, when I can view them as a medical problem in need of fixing.

But now it's real. A coworker of mine, a surgeon employed at the hospital, is the first one to be admitted from within our own ranks. He was doing well until he wasn't. Now we're wondering if he's going to be lucky and pull through this, but in reality we all know that he probably won't. And just like that, one of the people who helps keep our hospital afloat, one of the nicest people I know and such a fantastic surgeon, has been removed from the equation.

Yeah, I'm scared. And the scariest part is that this really hasn't even started yet.


I'm as prepared at home as possible, with a decent supply of food and water, a generator and accoutrements, and other necessary survival goods. I am not, however, emotionally prepared to lose people I care about. I was wondering what the defining moment of my life would be - some people have WW2, some remember market crashes, or JFK. I work with people too young to really remember 9/11, but for a long time I though that would be it for me. I was wrong - I think this is about to be the event that I remember for the rest of my life.

Tuesday, March 3, 2020


Well, here we go!

While my hospital has not seen any coronavirus cases yet, it's only a matter of time. I personally am not worried per se. I am cautiously realistic though, and recognize that while the current advertised mortality rate is around 2%, it's only lower in reality due to under-diagnosis. For treatment purposes this is definitely worse than the flu. We expect to see a rising influx of seriously to critically ill people in the coming weeks to months.

Our hospital has introduced updated screening criteria, including travel screening and as of this weekend, symptom based screening. I get annoyed having to read a bazillion emails daily from administration, but it is useful to know if one is working triage.

I am confident that our hospital can handle a patient coming in with coronavirus. I bet we can even handle a couple at a time. Where I start to lose faith, though, is if this really does balloon into a serious pandemic. I'm doubtful that our hospital can handle more than a few patients simultaneously. Each patient has to be isolated in a negative pressure room, and if samples are being drawn for the CDC then appropriately high level PPE gear donning and doffing procedures are followed. Each nurse donning/doffing gear has to have a coach to walk them through it. What if we have multiple patients, each needing this gear coaching? Our hospital is a trauma, heart, and stroke center. Will we be able to function as such, if staffing is spread so thin on the coronavirus patients? What will we do when receiving multiple critically ill trauma or stroke patients, but have no extra resources due to all the staff being sucked into the coronavirus cases?

It will also be interesting to see if all the usual minor ER bullshit patients stay home if this does blow up. I remember hearing from friends that when Ebola hit the Dallas-Fort Worth area, those hospitals were like ghost towns. Will the ankle sprains and chronic belly pain and dental aches stay home if there's a known coronavirus case around? I dunno, but I sort of feel like that will be the only way to handle the distribution of staff. Ain't gonna be a staffing problem if there's no patients!

Monday, February 24, 2020

Spa Day

One of my coworkers was telling me about a little old demented granny she took care of the other day. This LOL kept trying to climb out of bed, and even though we set the bed to the lowest ortho height possible it still wouldn't be a desirable outcome to fall and break a hip. My coworker tried everything she could think of to keep this lady in bed - but that granny was DETERMINED to get out of bed so she could make it to the salon for her manicure.

I'm not even lying. That was the reason for the great escape attempts.

After many failed attempts at redirection, my coworker finally decided to go get a bowl of warm water, a surgical scrub brush, and some soap. She sat there for ten minutes and scrubbed this lady's fingernails, put a bit of lotion on her hands, and then towel dried them.

It was like there was a new patient in the bed. She was calm, cooperative, and decided to take a nap after the manicure. I am a big fan of this coworker of mine, and it's for reasons like this. Also if I ever need a manicure, I know who to go to.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020


It's a little bit nuts that I've now been at my current hospital for as long as my original Home Hospital. I started my nursing career in January 2009, and left that job to go traveling in July 2012. I remember getting the itch to travel somewhere around winter 2011.

A couple months ago, I was feeling burnt out, sick of work, and actively looking for a job in a different department. I've gotten past that low point now, but when reflecting back on those rough few weeks I realized that was the exact same amount of time it took me to become restless in my first job. I decided to go traveling, but now that I'm a married homeowner in Texas I don't have the same solution available.

I suppose I'll have to find another way to push through the restlessness. Perhaps getting cross trained in a different unit? Maybe picking up an extra committee or class? Maybe I'll take a leave of absence and do a legit travel assignment somewhere! Wouldn't that be interesting...