rock my socks
Today I got the news I've been waiting for... for those of you who didn't know, our units at the hospital were being reconfigured and positions on my floor, the cardio-thoracic surgery stepdown unit, are being eliminated. As of yesterday, I was first in line for the chopping block. But today I got the call, and I was offered my same position on day/eves on my own unit!!! Tears came to my eyes, I was so happy and relieved. Especially because it means that me and Erin and get to stay on the same unit!
In other news, I had the misfortune of running into a ghost in my past. My ex-stepmother and stepsister, who preyed upon me as a little girl for 6 years, were the root cause of my panic disorder, and basically the monsters in my young life, showed up on the 4th floor. My stepsister is the same monster she always was, even 13 years later. I just glanced at her, and kept walking as if I had no idea who she was. I was walking around as assistant charge nurse of a cardiac surgery unit, 25 years old with a black belt, about to go on a medical trek that I organized to Mt. Everest, living in the beautiful lakefront cottage that I have always loved, happy and healthy. I held my head up high walking past her. She talked shit about me in a loud voice as her bed was being wheeled down the hall, but she didn't look me in the face. I told her mother, in a strong confident voice, when she asked me to come down and see the girls, that I was busy at the moment and a nurse on cardiac surgery, not neuro, but I'm confident that they are very good over there and will take good care of her. Bye.
Felt good, damn good.