Three Letter Word

Sunday tradition has never been one of attending mass with followers of organised religion.

It does include, however a visit to the "Post Secret" website. Every Sunday.

Frank didn't update this week. At all. Nothing.

The same old secrets from last week.

The first postsecret card is of a woman that looks like "Miss Nelson is back" vs cate moss image. A Margret Hamilton imgage of a lady holding a cup of coffee with the caption "This is what my image of God looks like". Something to that effect.

And I have to admit, when thinking of the three letter word GOD, whoever wrote that secret, was right on.

Rumors and Jest

Working the night shift, one becomes quite familiar with whose who roaming the halls. The longer one stays, the more people you interact with. A blessing and a curse.

B. came up on Wednesday morning and started shooting off on the lip about Paula and the accident. The rumor mill regarding what happened, is going full strong. The only two people who ACTUALLY know what happened are Paula and Stephanie. Unfortunately they are no-longer here to defend themselves. They are gone, and that is what is important. Not any rumors heard from Cousin Zeke, who heard from his neighbor, who heard from this guy at 31 flavors what he over-heard in the ER that night.

Amy took it pretty hard, and when we met up with yet another person outside on a mandatory smoke break-I stated "We are having a hard night and we are NOT going to talk about it". Period.

Working the night shift, I hardly see Nurse Manager Lady. I talked to her for about 1/2 hour this morning, regarding the rumors, how the unit was doing, and some other mundane things.

Nurse manager lady was supportive, and continues to be supportive through this time. Although I don't agree with everything she does, her logic, and don't trust her 100%, she isn't the sorce of evil, and is trying to make a go of being a nurse manager. Her willingness to sit and talk to me in the hallway, at least showed some trust as well in me, and because I don't try to stir up the muck-and do my job fairly well... she gives me some slack and some support.

It still doesn't justify that I am utterly exhausted, with tonight off and two more to go..... and on that note, I'm going back to bed.