|UW Hospital and Clinics|
In a nutshell, the job is great. My reflections have everything to do with being a newbie. Everybody is very nice and understanding because everybody remembers being new on a job and in the history of mankind nobody ever enjoyed it. People help me on elevators, in corridors, in the clinics, in the cafeteria. They couldn't be nicer really. It's a thing in hospitals. Ministering to lost souls. And it's a fact somewhere I'm sure that hospitals are built only to be quickly and constantly retrofitted for the rest of their existence for the explosion of people and services that follow. I have never entered or exited work the same way twice and that is not by choice. I'm surprised every day that I pop out of the complex facing a different direction.
Due to the rapid regeneration of brain tissue, I have twice passed out with tongue lolling and what I want to believe was gentle snoring well before 10 p.m. most evenings this week. Chip and I are mere ships passing in the morning over the paper and a cup of coffee. I even had an evening meeting this week. We're that family now. The girls are bearing up well and really it's about time anyway that they learn where the spoons and forks are.
My walk has been crazy long until yesterday when I discovered a crucial hypotenuse along my long lonely journey. Today I believe I actually looked like I knew where I was going.
|Home sweet home|