On my second day back at work, I am beginning to realize how much has changed since this time last year. I am back on service (finally) in the same hospital I started at last July. It is such a great feeling to be back in the gynecology ORs and delivering babies in the case… Continue reading Old Habits are Hard to Break
Tag: Memories
MayDay
When we think of the past, it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that." ~Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale Every May 1 - It is MayDay... and I am reminded of one of the most powerful pieces of literature that I have ever read. I wake up… Continue reading MayDay
Memories of a Call Room
I stepped back into the same call room I stayed in months ago. It's the best room out of all of them because it has a private bathroom. I wanted it, so I heading there right after rounds hoping that no one else had claimed it. I got it. I unpacked my bag and placed… Continue reading Memories of a Call Room
Grappling
*Trigger Warning - Abuse, Rape, Victim* "Tonight we are going to do some grappling." (Yes, I certainly will be grappling) The high energy from the children's class was slowly diffusing from the air as all us adults sat down on the red mats of the Taekwondo studio. We sat in a rough circle around the Master of… Continue reading Grappling
The Broken Mug
Yesterday morning while I was making breakfast, husband was making our coffees with out new Nespresso machine. He accidentally pressed the start button without having a cup under the spout, so he scrambled to grab a mug from the cupboard. We have lots of mugs. Many, many different mugs. Most of them are either part… Continue reading The Broken Mug
