I’m on my last few shifts with the hospital. One today and tomorrow, and three hours on Saturday. I still can’t believe I’m leaving, even though I’ve had three weeks to soak it in. My new job with the county starts on Monday and I can’t wait to jump into this next new thing. I am nervous, seeing as this is a completely new set of expectations and responsibilities. But even though I’ll miss everyone here, I’m definitely looking forward to a normalized sleep and life schedule. And I’ll be off nights, weekends, and holidays (major bonus). And while I won’t have a stretch of four or fives days off, hopefully my life will be less crazy feeling. The sound of sirens or my phone ringing won’t put me in a panic, and I won’t have to deal with physical sores and cuts (which kind of make me queasy).
I have no illusions that I won’t have to deal with emotional and otherwise invisible wounds; people are broken, whether it’s totally apparent or not. What I really look forward to is being able to build relationships with my clients, being able to see their progress and really see the affect I’m having on their lives. I feel like so many people come to the ER because there are non-physical hurts that they are either unable or unwilling to identify. Maybe I’m being naïve, but I think things will be different and I’m excited.