I was really proud of myself this morning.
I had a hectic, busy, frustrating morning with a ton of portable exams (which means pushing my 300 pound ultrasound machine on wheels up to the floor to do my test), ER exams, and my regular out-patients. I was proud of myself because I felt like I had been handling the stress much better than before I had worked at the clinic. I felt really positive about the fact that the work flow and the hectic nature of the clinic had allowed me to carry myself better on the weekends. I wasn’t getting upset, my patients were getting in and out with a minimum of wait time, and all my paperwork was getting done.
…little did I know the day was conspiring to break me down.
Now that it is nearly 6:00, and I’ve done eighteen complete ultrasounds, I feel defeated. Twelve hours is a really long shift. Most of the stat exams I have done today have had something terribly wrong with them. My eyes are having a hard time staying open, and I have just over an hour and a half left in my day. I am hungry.
I’m going to sit for the rest of my shift, and read my book. I’m going to go down to the cafeteria and have my first meal of the day. I’m going to quit whining, because this is my job, and it needs to be done.
But I’m going to hope that tomorrow is a much better day.