
I talked to my nursing boss this morning and asked if I could still stay on PRN even though I was not able to meet the monthly requirement. I told her even one shift every two months would be better. She had to talk with the rest of the nursing team to see what they thought and a few hours later she said they said I could stay on. I asked if they came up with anything in terms of requirements and she said not really. Just to make sure I try and pick up 1-3 shifts over the next few months.
So that was nice that I didn’t have to completely give that up. It really was just the every other weekend I didn’t want anymore and did my last regularly scheduled Saturday a few days ago. The one who is getting my spot is one of the older nurses who does weekend doubles. I was glad it was her because I always felt a little guilty that I was on the easier floor while she was the one on the hard floor. She always talked about how awful it was and there was always something going on.
I was at Thrive in the morning seeing my regular people. One of the women I’m seeing has entered into a major relapse that seems like a spiral she is not going to come out of. The signs were all there and I could see them coming for months. It’s hard because I wanted to say something like “get your butt to a meeting” or “tell this boss she’s not respecting your boundaries” when she kept asking her to work more and more. She’s been to the hospital, a detox facility, and still came home and drank.
It’s hard to know where that line is between timidity and compassion. But I know what overthinking is so I just try not to do that. I was having countertransference (when their issues trigger something in your issues) once home because I was mad that she was out on the roads where my kids are. I did not tell my supervisor that because when he was a teenager he was the driver in a wreck that killed his friend. My oldest son’s track team had a teammate who was recently killed by a drunk driver.
Another one was seriously injured and will likely never run again. Josh went to a visitation this evening for a friend of camp who was killed in a car crash going to church. He was the man who would donate several hogs each year for our hog roast. I stayed home and made supper from the squash that’s been hanging around on the counter. The boys came home from practice and were very hungry and Dad had said not to wait for him.









