Well, it's back to work today. I called work a couple hours before I actually needed to be here for some unrelated matter, and was informed there were now only six patients on the board and I could come in late if I wanted.
"Sure, I'll come in late." How could you turn that rare opportunity down? The night shift RT never gets to skip a day of work like the day shifters do on occasion when it's slow, but we are occasionally allowed to come in 2 hours late so long as the 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. RT didn't go home early.
"I wanna get all my hours in," she said. I have no problem using my vacation hours, because I have more than I'll ever use (pending I don't get mangled by a bus or something).
"Yep, sounds good. I'll just be puttin' up a Christmas tree, so if you need me call."
And that's exactly what I did. What a perfect night to go in late. Watching my 4 YO girl and 9 YO boy getting all excited about the Christmas tree reminded me so much of when I used to get excited about it when I was a kid.
Then, as we were pulling ornaments out of the box, I found one that I was given in 1979. I remember being really excited when I got it, and, looking at it now, it didn't seem like much. It's neat how your perspective changes over the years.
"I'm the same age as you were then, dad," my son informed me.
"Oh here, you hold it and touch something I touched when I was your age," I said and laughed.
"Wow, this is cool," he joked.
Now I'm at work and I finished my three treatments I needed to do before 5 a.m. Once I'm done with this I think I'll watch a couple TV shows on the Internet.
After what happened the last night I worked, I very much appreciate nights like this
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Nights like that are a gift, and if you didn't appreciate them, they would not come often!
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