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Sliding slowly, inexorably towards the weekend! And I'm off on Saturday, so that's nice. I'll have two full days off. It's fairly light weekend for our games, with only three. Though Sunday is two games. Saturday, we have no games, as Jess and I are going to go see Red One. Yes, I know it's going to be stupid. I'm counting on it. I want it to be the dumbest, most bombastic movie ever. I want the first two transformers movies to look at it and say "damn, that was dumb." Then, I will be happy. After the last week and a half, I just want to disengage my brain and live in a world where good wins at the end.
Yesterday, patients were deeply annoying for the most part. I had a lot of people who were obviously annoyed that they couldn't make their MRI or US appointment online. (Its because certain things need to be seen ASAP, and certain studies take longer with certain diagnoses, and depending on which site you go to.) Our machines are all good, but some are older than others, and take a little longer to do their thing. So they very obviously did not want to be on the phone, which mood. By this point, it was like 3:45, and I really didn't feel like being on the phone any more, but there we are. I did my normal schtick, and I got nothing in return. One word replies, not responding to my jokes. "Are you claustrophobic? You're a better person than I am." Just nothing. And it was busy. Every time I hung up, another call (usually a callback) was waiting for me.
But then, one of my last calls made up for all of it. It was a woman I'd helped before. She needed a diagnostic mammo, because her screening showed something. So I did a bit of work, and got her in for that, and for her MRI ASAP. And she does have breast cancer. And she was like "You helped me before." And I recognized the name. And she went on to tell me how grateful she was. That my calming nature and kindness had helped so much. And I had explained what would happen so thoroughly that she felt supported until she got to the cancer center for treatment. She said that at the time, she was too freaked out to realize what a gift I had given her, but as she started dealing with the scans, and then the biopsy and finally treatment, she said that she knew she was in the best hands, and that was because of me. She made me feel really good about what I do.
I booked the movers for 1/4, and then proceeded to have a freek out in the evening. I'm having a lot of anxiety about what life is going to look like at the new place, and leaving this one. This is only the second place I've lived in my entire 50 years. I started my life here until I was about 2, then moved to the apartments, then moved back at age 17. And here I've been since. It's a lot to think about the house not being in my life. There were tears.
There's nothing much I can do about the sadness and anxiety. I just have to wait and see how it goes. I'm not good with that.
Okay, time for me to get myself together. Everyone have an amazing Thursday!
Yesterday, patients were deeply annoying for the most part. I had a lot of people who were obviously annoyed that they couldn't make their MRI or US appointment online. (Its because certain things need to be seen ASAP, and certain studies take longer with certain diagnoses, and depending on which site you go to.) Our machines are all good, but some are older than others, and take a little longer to do their thing. So they very obviously did not want to be on the phone, which mood. By this point, it was like 3:45, and I really didn't feel like being on the phone any more, but there we are. I did my normal schtick, and I got nothing in return. One word replies, not responding to my jokes. "Are you claustrophobic? You're a better person than I am." Just nothing. And it was busy. Every time I hung up, another call (usually a callback) was waiting for me.
But then, one of my last calls made up for all of it. It was a woman I'd helped before. She needed a diagnostic mammo, because her screening showed something. So I did a bit of work, and got her in for that, and for her MRI ASAP. And she does have breast cancer. And she was like "You helped me before." And I recognized the name. And she went on to tell me how grateful she was. That my calming nature and kindness had helped so much. And I had explained what would happen so thoroughly that she felt supported until she got to the cancer center for treatment. She said that at the time, she was too freaked out to realize what a gift I had given her, but as she started dealing with the scans, and then the biopsy and finally treatment, she said that she knew she was in the best hands, and that was because of me. She made me feel really good about what I do.
I booked the movers for 1/4, and then proceeded to have a freek out in the evening. I'm having a lot of anxiety about what life is going to look like at the new place, and leaving this one. This is only the second place I've lived in my entire 50 years. I started my life here until I was about 2, then moved to the apartments, then moved back at age 17. And here I've been since. It's a lot to think about the house not being in my life. There were tears.
There's nothing much I can do about the sadness and anxiety. I just have to wait and see how it goes. I'm not good with that.
Okay, time for me to get myself together. Everyone have an amazing Thursday!
