Today was horrible, but not the whole day. The first eight hours of my shift went well, the last four started as a spiral out of control mess. The only way I managed not to break down into tears was to imagine that I'd gone outside in the snow and was screaming at the top of my lungs. I got through it, but I don't want complain about it. I've been meaning to share this story for about a week now and things keep happening and I don't want to forget it.
The other day I walked into work and a patient was sitting near the door by the nurse's station (the nurse's station is where all the good gossip is) and I greeted her as I came in. After I'd clocked in and was back at the nurse's station so that I could figure out where my assignment was for the day she randomly out of the blue asked me, "Are you on the pill?"
I went over to her, bent down and looked at her knowing that I wasn't going to explain all the reasons why I'm no longer on the pill. So I told her, "No, I'm not married yet."
"I'll marry you," she told me, "We can get married."
My heart, let me tell you, felt so sweet and fuzzy at that moment. So I gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her, "I should be so lucky."
She gave the nurse, sitting at the station, one of those huge lit up smiles and said, "You see how nice she is to me!"