Yeah, I had a rough Sunday.
And a rough start to this week.
I was dreading the “talk” with my managers, about the stress I am putting on my coworkers by being too efficient at call and at work.
So much so that I promptly burst into tears when I was called in to the office on Wednesday.
Damn my over active tear ducts.
They wanted to talk to me about something completely unrelated.
But before that I decided that I, at 45 years old, and a working nurse of 20 years, needed a little comfort in my work bag.
It is not liquor.
I do not drink.
It is not drugs.
I do not do drugs either.
I decided to add a little stuffed animal to my work bag.
A little stuffed hedgehog.
It makes me smile.
And keep putting one foot in front of the other.