I'm sick. I can't decide if I have a horrible cold or the flu. It's probably the flu but I can't tell if I have a fever or not because of the hot flashes. I'll live but it does amaze me how such a small thing can have such a huge impact.
I didn't get the job I interviewed for. I was told I was too emotional, hence the last post. Turns out the doc who was in on the interview didn't like the fact that I stood up to another doc and advocated for my patient. Too bad for him. I am not going to quit advocating for my patients. So I will be remaining where I am.
Katie was finally back to her old self last Sunday when we went to Special Olympics Bowling. She has her twinkle back. She spent a lot of time in emergency over the past month and I'm hoping things will be boring for awhile.
I had a dream about my friend Shirley. I was in my old house and I went downstairs into the family room. There were a lot of people there and Shirley was sitting on the couch. She looked right at me and said, "You can see me, can't you?'. She was a ghost but I could see her and she looked wonderful, like her old self except she let her hair stay gray. She was laughing and smiling and complaining about her hair cut. It was so wonderful to see her, to know that she was okay.
I'm looking for a house to buy but it's frustrating. I imagine as the weather warms and the economy gets worse, there will be more homes available in my price range. I am itching to get my hands dirty in a garden. It will happen; I just need to be patient, not my strong suit.
“Compassion is not religious business, it is human business, it is not luxury, it is essential for our own peace and mental stability, it is essential for human survival.”
- Dalai Lama XIV