Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Best of Me

i am a funny happy-go-lucky guy. i try to generally be happy and positive. i know this about myself because others tell me this. and, it makes it hard to have an 'off' day. if i show up to work the least bit tired, flat or out of sorts, my co-workers will notice, and ask what is wrong. nurse j, you're usually so happy, but you've been on shift for 5 minutes and you haven't smiled yet...? whats wrong?

i guess that's good. it makes people like me, and i am glad for that. no one wants to hang around a sourpuss, right? right. and when i am down, my co-workers noticing right away lets me know i'm loved and usually perks me right up.

also, the funny bit. i like to make jokes. i could be on the receiving end of flying GI bleed poop, trust me, i'll FIND a way to make a funny.

for twelve hours at a time, at least three days a week, i'm on. i'm saving lives and i'm funny and fun to hang out with. on those days, my work peeps get The Best of Me.

what does that leave for my family? glad you asked.

not much. i come home hoping to sleep as much as i can, recharge so that i can probably go back and do it all over again. if i get woken, there is no charming repartee, just grumpy mcgrumperson.

my wife is a nurse, and we work opposite-i work nights, and she works days. whenever i make a particularly good joke at work, or engage in witty banter with my work peeps, i think of my wife and my boy.

my wife, practically being a single mom on those stretches where i work a bunch in a row.

my son, who, when he does see me, is so excited to see me he just bubbles over with words of joy and news of his past activities. you go work wast night? yes max, i did. oh, okay. das good dadda, das good. good job. thank you son. wook wook dadda, i got shoes on. i can do all-by-my-sewf. good job bubba. wook wook dadda, das one, two, free. and das weh-woah schoo bus. i wike candy. me to have candy?

rat race. you suck. i love my job, but seriously, if i won the lottery, i'd be outta here so fast........i'd leave skid marks. like that flying-poop GI bleed guy.

see what i mean?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I really enjoy reading your blog. It makes me wonder if I really want to go into nursing.

Cartoon Characters said...

aww. Your little guy sounds so cute! ;)
Sad when our profession cuts us off from family life. One of my complaints my entire career....always missing the holidays, never having weekends off, missing family get togethers, reunions, fun with friends....on and on. I never did find the time to have my very own family, probably just as well, and I do have a very accommodating and understanding husband...so now I use my vacation time taking w/e's off....just to spend some time with him. Lucky for RNs here in BC, we start out with 4 wks vacation...otherwise i would probably do something else for sure. I feel the same as you. Lottery win = outta here!!

Robert said...

Sobering words for sure. One of the issues that gets brought up frequently in counseling is my feeling like my wife completely checks out when she goes to work for the weekend. I feel very very alone as a 'single' dad with our kids on the weekends.