This will be a serious effort in random coherence, as best I can demonstrate it. I’m excessively tired, bare that in mind as I plan not to edit a single line of this once I am done.
The whole thing started with what should have been a good day. Unlike a great deal of Hollywood films, this one ended in more of a wash than a good or a bad.
It’s starts out good enough. I’m supposed to buy a new car today. I had picked out a 2006 Dodge Charger down to the details I wanted (read ‘could afford’) and was supposed to go and finish up paperwork today.
Problem 1: Find current insurance card.
No big deal. I called up my insurance company and had them fax one. Well, that’s what I ended up doing in the end.
You see, when I’m tired, my already debilitated sense of common logic takes a turn for the worse (such as writing these blog posts). I tore up every area I had dropped a letter in the last few months looking for my insurance card.
Brilliant!
In the process I found a piece of mail that had really frustrated me last week. And that leads to …
Problem 2: My mortgage payment was going up do to some ridiculously high insurance premium I had no clue about.
Of course, this could probably be solved by calling the insurance company, but hell no! I tore up more house in more places looking for a letter I remembered reading that gave my current insurance quote.
I finally called all of those up and got those issues resolved. By 11 am, I was ready to go to sleep! (after working 7pm to 7am after a trainee called in sick on me).
I love my job to whatever degree I’m supposed to say I do, but even I get into the mentality of looking forward for an easy night when I have a trainee who knows what they are doing. Last night, mine called in sick for a tooth ache he’d been complaining about since last week.
Whatever and fine, I worked the shift and came home a little tired. I solved my insurance fiascos and by 11 am I was all cozy in bed… kinda’.
Spending the kind of money I was getting ready to spend had huge anxiety behind it. I slept like a whale with allergies in a mine field… anxiously.
I wake… actually I reanimate under intense protest from pretty much every organ in my body at 2:30 pm and clean out my Blazer before I head out to the dealership. Three hours sleep is ample considering that trainee will be back in tonight to help out. Though I’m out of bed, I do not wake up.
I get my stuff together and out to the dealership I go.
This part goes well. My car is nice and detailed and waiting. I test drive it while waiting for the finance guy and it feels great to be in. I work out a considerable deal with the finance guy and I’m getting ready to put my old plates on the new car.
I get a call from my supervisor at the hospital.
“Just wanted to let you know we added one for ya’ and we don’t want you to do anything more than just watch tonight, don’t start any therapy or anything,” he said.
“You mean John,” I replied figuring he wanted me to be sure to relay this to the trainee.
“John resigned this morning man.”
Problem 3: How am I going to stop from murdering someone?
Not really a problem, per se, but definitely a strong sentiment. I like to have a good, or at least neutral start to my shifts when I take care of patients. My own personal attitude can, and does, greatly affect how my night pans out.
It’s disheartening to have put forth so much effort in training, educating and evaluating someone only to have them leave. I’ve probably had a hand in training 50 technicians throughout my sleep career and I try my best with each of them.
Often, I’m learning with them, finding new information and developing new ways to share that. Unless you’ve worked EEG or polygraph, performing a sleep study is just not like any other job I can think of. So, to take the time to delve into various esoteric corners of such a field only to have someone say ‘Nah, not for me’ near the very end of it…. sucks.
So the day is a tired wash, and it only describes the rest of the week. We’ll pause for now and allow that bit of info to digest.
On the upside, my new car is just what I wanted. Sounds ridiculous, but when you’ve never bought new before, all other purchases were close variants of what I wanted. Now I have it down to what I asked for.
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