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penetrate that wall.
I look around and notice the stack of cases piling up on my desk. I’ve definitely been distracted, and my desk shows it. I really need to stop wallowing in self-pity and try to put on my game face at work. The last thing I need is to lose my job on top of everything else.
I’m going to take this day by day. She wants to be friends, so that’s a start. As much as it kills me, I’m willing to try if she is. It can only help our situation to be around each other.
So for now, I put the ring back in my desk for safe keeping. Then, when she’s ready, I’ll propose to her again and make her my wife. The idea alone is enough to make my heart race. God, I love that woman to death.
IT’S BEEN ABOUT a month since the accident and I’m finally returning to work today. Excited as I am to be getting out of my house, I can’t help but be in a sour mood when I clock in for work because I’m stuck working at the front desk. I had my last follow up with Dr. Salvatore and he said everything looked great on my recent scans. He wasn’t concerned about the fact that my memory still hasn’t returned. He said the same thing I have been trying to convince myself. Things like that can’t be rushed.
I was ecstatic to get the go ahead to return to work. No more random visits from my mom. The best part was no more sitting around. I love my job. It is fast paced and busy and you’re always on the go. Dr. Salvatore said he was going to talk to the head nurse who makes the schedule and put me on light duty. I tried to convince him I didn’t need light duty but he insisted at least a week of it just to be safe, and once the week was over he would consider taking me off. Realizing I wasn’t going to win that argument, I reluctantly agreed. So here I am sitting behind the check-in desk at the emergency room. Doing none of the things I love to do. It’s going to be a long night.
I love working the night shifts since I’ve always been a night owl, but tonight I’m starting to wish I had been placed on the day shift. You don’t see too much happening during the night shift unless you’re working in the trauma unit. At the front desk, it’s just your usual sick patients whose doctors’ offices are closed since all the trauma patients come through a side emergency entrance. Looking at the clock, I see it is twelve thirty in the morning. I sigh, dreading the next seven and a half hours until I get off.
A short girl who looks to be about my age catches my attention as she walks into the emergency room. She has familiar looking brown eyes that I can’t quite place peeking out from beneath her bangs. She take a number and is headed toward the seating area when I call her to come over.
“Hello, there’s no need to take a number. Everyone is already checked in.” The girl looks around at the full waiting room and walks my way.
“I guess that’s a bad sign if all these people are checked in and the waiting room is full?” She grimaces and I can tell she is in a little bit of pain by the way her jaw clenches every now and then.
I have gotten a lot of complaints tonight about how we aren’t moving fast enough. We are two doctors short, both of whom were called away for an emergency trauma coming in, so there was nothing we could do to speed up the wait time. The only thing I can do is apologize. I give the other nurses who work the desk a lot of credit. The patients in the waiting room are just downright mean and I’m glad I don’t normally have to deal with this.
I brace myself for another person’s attitude when I answer her question. “Yes, I apologize, but there was a very bad trauma that came in and they needed all the hands they could get. So we lost two of our doctors until the surgery is done.”
As I’m anticipating another attitude, the response I get is not at all what I’m expecting. “Eh, it’s okay. I just hope the people in the trauma pull through. It must be bad if they needed extra
I look around and notice the stack of cases piling up on my desk. I’ve definitely been distracted, and my desk shows it. I really need to stop wallowing in self-pity and try to put on my game face at work. The last thing I need is to lose my job on top of everything else.
I’m going to take this day by day. She wants to be friends, so that’s a start. As much as it kills me, I’m willing to try if she is. It can only help our situation to be around each other.
So for now, I put the ring back in my desk for safe keeping. Then, when she’s ready, I’ll propose to her again and make her my wife. The idea alone is enough to make my heart race. God, I love that woman to death.
IT’S BEEN ABOUT a month since the accident and I’m finally returning to work today. Excited as I am to be getting out of my house, I can’t help but be in a sour mood when I clock in for work because I’m stuck working at the front desk. I had my last follow up with Dr. Salvatore and he said everything looked great on my recent scans. He wasn’t concerned about the fact that my memory still hasn’t returned. He said the same thing I have been trying to convince myself. Things like that can’t be rushed.
I was ecstatic to get the go ahead to return to work. No more random visits from my mom. The best part was no more sitting around. I love my job. It is fast paced and busy and you’re always on the go. Dr. Salvatore said he was going to talk to the head nurse who makes the schedule and put me on light duty. I tried to convince him I didn’t need light duty but he insisted at least a week of it just to be safe, and once the week was over he would consider taking me off. Realizing I wasn’t going to win that argument, I reluctantly agreed. So here I am sitting behind the check-in desk at the emergency room. Doing none of the things I love to do. It’s going to be a long night.
I love working the night shifts since I’ve always been a night owl, but tonight I’m starting to wish I had been placed on the day shift. You don’t see too much happening during the night shift unless you’re working in the trauma unit. At the front desk, it’s just your usual sick patients whose doctors’ offices are closed since all the trauma patients come through a side emergency entrance. Looking at the clock, I see it is twelve thirty in the morning. I sigh, dreading the next seven and a half hours until I get off.
A short girl who looks to be about my age catches my attention as she walks into the emergency room. She has familiar looking brown eyes that I can’t quite place peeking out from beneath her bangs. She take a number and is headed toward the seating area when I call her to come over.
“Hello, there’s no need to take a number. Everyone is already checked in.” The girl looks around at the full waiting room and walks my way.
“I guess that’s a bad sign if all these people are checked in and the waiting room is full?” She grimaces and I can tell she is in a little bit of pain by the way her jaw clenches every now and then.
I have gotten a lot of complaints tonight about how we aren’t moving fast enough. We are two doctors short, both of whom were called away for an emergency trauma coming in, so there was nothing we could do to speed up the wait time. The only thing I can do is apologize. I give the other nurses who work the desk a lot of credit. The patients in the waiting room are just downright mean and I’m glad I don’t normally have to deal with this.
I brace myself for another person’s attitude when I answer her question. “Yes, I apologize, but there was a very bad trauma that came in and they needed all the hands they could get. So we lost two of our doctors until the surgery is done.”
As I’m anticipating another attitude, the response I get is not at all what I’m expecting. “Eh, it’s okay. I just hope the people in the trauma pull through. It must be bad if they needed extra
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