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afterThis is my third blog. Here are the other two:
The OG blog: emergency-room-nurse.blogspot.com
The travelin' Europe blog: retired-nurse.blogspot.com
As you may have surmised - yes, I was an ER nurse for 30 long years and
lived to tell about it, was never jailed for punching, somebody, survived with at least half of my brain left. I think the experience destroyed a lot of brain cells. Har.
So, I retired 4 years, 200 or so days and 7 hours ago. Not that I'm counting or anything(!). I like to think of those years as the LOST PERIOD of my life. I entered the ER twilight zone in 1989 and came hurtling out of it 2019. Yes hurdling or maybe spinning would be a better word. It was like being in the middle of a hurricane... The winds would blow me this way and that with an occasional visit to the calm center. That never lasted. Pretty soon I was back in the wind.
I could have been be certified legally insane at the end but somehow I evaded commitment by the skin of my teeth.
On day 1 of my retirement I had one question: WHAT IN THE HELL DO I DO NOW?!!
As you can see I started my ER career, I was a superhero. By the time I was done, I looked like a crackhead. Yes, they chewed me up and spit me out people.