For posterity sake, I guess I need to update my blog about where I've been, what I've been doing, for the past 6 months. Since the cyberspace inanimate object cares so much... I will start from the beginning.
An old friend, who looms around and can sneak up on you and scare you, or who can gradually work its way back into your life and offer some excitement, made its presence known in May 2010. This old friend's name is Change.
Change, meet Meredith.
Meredith, meet Change.
"Oh I know you...," said Change, "remember me?"
Of course I do.
I, reluctantly at first, welcomed Change back into my life.
What Change meant for me was a position in the Emergency Department. A position for which I have always longed.
But this position wasn't in Salt Lake.
This position was in Idaho.
Okay, Change, I accept.
And accept I did! In a matter of days, I packed up my little life in Salt Lake and moved 5 hours northward to a little place I call Home.
Change and Home have kindly offered me a chance to fall in love with the ER and (most) everything about it. From intubating patients who have overdosed on any drug known to man, to cute old men who come in with chest pain, to exposed bones from deep lacerations, to tying people down to beds because they won't cooperate (and are high on any drug known to man), to little kiddos with appendix's that are about to burst.... I have learned so much.
I didn't know I could learn so much!
I have found that ER nurses are jack of all trades, but master of none. Except for IV's.
I place about 5-10 IV's a shift. Vein acupuncture is my new black.
I still can't cook, or sew, or paint my nails... but damn, I can give you an IV....
And I can put really good things through that IV. Like Ativan, or Versed, or Morphine, Or Propofol.
If you are not familiar with such goodies, google it. You'll see why they're goodies.
The ER physically and mentally drains me; but, no matter how exhausted I may be at the end of a 12-hour shift, it really does hurt so good.
The best thing Change has given me is the chance to be closer to family. I get the opportunity to see Tanner and Abby grow up right in front of my eyes!
Have I told you in awhile that Abby is only one inch shorter than me? And that she is wearing my old clothes from high school? Do I need to remind you that she is a mere twelve years old?
Have I told you that Tanner is 5 inches taller than me? And that he broke his collarbone during football season, but still received a scholarship offer from Boise State? Do I need to remind you that he is an aged seventeen year old?
I am constantly on the road of Change. I will be applying to graduate school in the fall, with 14 schools in mind scattered about the country. I am single. I do not have any children. Looks like Change and I will be remaining close for awhile.
However, there are a few things that my friend Change has not, and will not, alter.
I am still 5'10". Still a brunette. Still love to run. Still love to ski. Still love Diet Coke. And I still turn one year older every June 25th.
And I still sleep with my baby blanket.