Today we write about: the nurse.
Kat and I had our first prenatal class tonight and it was good. We ended things off with a tour of the maternity ward at the Penticton hospital (where we briefly met a couple of their maternity nurses), which was very... effective at making this all seem extremely real.
Lots of processing to do, and thankfully three more classes to go - this Wednesday, next Monday, and the Wednesday after that. I really like our instructor a lot, so I'm looking forward to hearing what else she has to say.
After a long shift of unappreciative patients and too appreciative doctors, Diane could almost taste the Merlot waiting on her dinner table at home. Closing her work locker with a little more enthusiasm than was strictly required, she pulled up the hood of her coat and headed for the elevators.
The ride down was blessedly quick and unaccompanied. In the parking garage she found her car where she'd left it, though not quite in the condition she'd last seen it in. She studied the scratch across the driver's side door for a moment before shrugging it off and climbing inside.
Maybe she'd get it fixed next paycheck.
Turning the key in the ignition, the engine rumbled to life on the third try. Not bad, considering the chill in the air. Before long she'd be lucky to get it going in less than ten.
As Diane eased the car into reverse her cell phone began to ring. She considered not answering it at all, but her conscience got the better of her on the fourth ring.
"Judy just called in sick," her supervisor informed her. Was that a hint of glee in her voice? "I'm going to need you to pull a double shift."