I was on call for Hospice today – – just got home not that long ago from a 12 hour day of doing patient visits. I’m exhausted and worn out. It’s 8pm and I”m thinking of getting in my PJ’s and going to bed. Imagine that? From the queen of the night owls! Guess that means I’m getting old? (eek!)
Nah, it’s just that sometimes – Hospice can be so emotionally exhausting. Not going to go into all of the tragedies that I stepped in an out of during the course of my day today . . . it was just exhausting, on a very raw emotional level. It’s amazing how days like today can leave me feeling so whipped and beat down.
In between patient visits – I sent Chris off on his biz trip to Texas, delivered cell phones to my Dad – who is collecting them for soldiers in Iraq, and made a loaf of banana bread (should I post the recipe? is there anyone without a banana bread recipe?).
I’m on call from 8am – 8pm – and my call is over in 10 minutes. I really shouldn’t have just said that – because now I could have jinxed the last 30 minutes of a quiet pager. Now that I’ve said it – some catastrophe will break out in the next 10 minutes. Keeping my fingers crossed that my pager stays quiet for 10 more minutes!
I think I’m gonna do the PJ thing – – make a hot cup of cocoa, cut off a piece of that banana bread and curl up in bed with a good book.