So two months ago I wrote about having so many posts rolling around in my head.
Yup, they're still there. A few more have even been added. Posts about work and babies and pain and life after gastric bypass and all the crazy shit in between.
I miss blogging. I regularly compose posts or parts of posts in my head but by the time I sit down to actually post them they seem lame, boring or like something I've posted over and over again. Sometimes I don't know where to begin. Other times I feel like I don't know where I would end the tirade.
After a few nights from hell at work, those work posts seem to be at the front of the line. I've come to the conclusion that if you are pregnant and due sometime around Christmas the doctor is likely going to try to induce you or convince you to induce in the week before Christmas. We have been insanely busy the last week (after a few weeks of hearing crickets in the halls due to the lack of busy). I'm guessing that by the weekend we may go back to crickets in the hall. Or maybe that noise is the cockroaches which have been known to be pretty damn big. All I know is that after last night I can imagine what 0ct0-m0m felt like taking all them newborns home. Yeah, it was me and 7 babies in the nursery last night with the occasional extra throw in with a need for a lab draw, or 02 sat monitor, or car seat challenge thrown in for shits and giggles. While there was plenty of shit there were very few giggles. End the night with a few rude comments from the oncoming day shift (from a nurse who told a family member of a patient that I'm rude) and I'm so glad it was my Friday. See all the work folks again on Christmas Eve.
I have four nights to play fetch with Annabelle, snuggle with Sara, walk Lizzie and hopefully throw in some exercise other than walking Lizzie in there since I also plan to eat a little chocolate. I have a massage scheduled and me and my poor sore muscles are really looking forward to that. Some time to spend with friends, especially one who's a bit fragile right now after losing her husband a little over a week ago. Oh and lets not forget my last scheduled visit (please I hope) with the physical terrorist (physical therapy). Work related injuries suck but at least the knee seems to be getting better. Sort of.
Now maybe I need a nap. I hope though that everyone has a Merry Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever Holiday you may or may not celebrate!
