I don’t know why, but I woke up this morning feeling very emotionally precarious. I felt like I could cry at any moment, even though absolutely nothing bad had happened.
I’ve been having difficulty at work starting IV’s. I hardly ever got to practice this skill while I worked in the hospital, and now I have to do it several times a week, sometimes multiple times a day. I might be successful 50% of the time, but I don’t think it’s that much. It’s very embarrassing to keep having to ask for help with this.
On my way to work this morning I prayed that I wouldn’t have to start any. It’s almost Thanksgiving, I didn’t feel well, and I just wanted an easy day. Instead, I had to start two IV’s – but I got them both on the first try. I think that’s better, overall, don’t you?
That and chocolate have improved my outlook greatly.