I'm Sick

I swear, I haven't been this virus-infested-sick in 10 years. I really shouldn't say that. The last time I lay a claim like that it got a little ugly. I was working the night shift and we were sitting around talking about the morons who show up in the Emergency Room with a leg pain they'd been having for 3 weeks. I made the comment that I would have to have my arm hanging off of a stump to show up in the ER.

Well, that very night I got a sudden, intense pain in my upper abdomen. I brushed it off and eventually it went away. When I got home it came back, this time worse. By the evening it was so bad I was dancing beside the bed, in the most pain I'd ever experienced. Finally, at 3 am, I allowed my boyfriend to take me to the hospital where I was diagnosed with gallstones and taken to the OR. I vaguely remember, drugged as I was, being wheeled by the ER desk and there was the House Supervisor, whom I was chatting with the night before. "Nurse Watson?" was all she could say. A wry grin was all I could muster.

I seriously considered being a "real" nurse and just sucking it up tonight and going in to work... you know, infecting all of my co-workers, and all of the babies with my disgusting germs. I thought of it. But every once in a while a I have a twinge of the conscience. Hard to believe, I know.