Three births this week. Some drama at one of them, but it all worked out in the end. It would have been four, but I put myself off call to do some babysitting and missed one.
So much for slowing down after graduation, eh?
Yesterday I mailed out very-slightly-belated thank you cards, put checks in at the credit union, and promptly withdrew a largish cashiers check to pay NARM for the privilege of taking their licensing exam.
We are, this month even more than in the recent past, finding rent at the bottom of our pockets. I am looking forward to getting paid for this work at some point, and wondering if I'll have enough money to continue paying for gas to get to and from clinic in the meantime. I'm tired of it all, and at the same time, aware that I'd miss it terribly if I stopped. I think that it is more that I am tired of the pace than that I'm tired of what I've been doing, if that makes any sense.
Noises of Utter Frustration
5 days ago