It is nice to just sit.
I haven’t had a patient in almost an hour, and my worklist is empty. This is the first time this has happened in weeks. Probably months. It feels good, and I know I’m jinxing it by pointing it out, but I’ll take that risk. I needed a day like today before the excitement of tomorrow.
I’m sitting at my laptop with a blanket over my hands as I type. The clicking of the keyboard is strangely muffled, as though I may be losing my hearing, and not all of the sounds are coming through. There is an A/C vent just over the workstation in my Ultrasound room, and the heat has been disabled in here. Most days, I don’t have enough time to worry about how cold I am because it’s so busy, but today… Today I am wearing two pairs of scrub pants, and a long sleeve shirt under my scrubs. That’s because I know how cold I usually am in here. I frequently have trouble typing my annotations on my studies from the stiffness of my fingers freezing. The ultrasound room used to be the “warm” room. My co-workers would come back here to thaw out, because I could keep it toasty in here. It used to be called the “Easy-bake” oven. I used to be called Cupcake.
Now it’s just cold.
In two and a half hours, I get to drive home. In three and a half hours, I get to start packing, and hope that I’m able to fall asleep for my 3:30 alarm to get up and go to the airport. At 9:30 tomorrow, pacific time, I will be seeing my mom and dad for the first time in over a year. I’m so very excited, it nearly warms me.