Posted by Paula on 8/18/2018, 9:26 am, in reply to "Sat Grats? nt"
The life of Keith...the Nurse Director in my last clinic. He had a sudden heart attack while mowing his mom's grass and wasn't found until too much damage was done. The staff is devastated. The clinic is high stress and he was mellow, always with a mischievous smile on his face. My last memory of him was at a dinner we all went to. He was a very tall, well built, dark-skinned Black man. I had too much to drink and when my Uber showed up, he went to the window and muscled the guy, telling him he better take care of me and see that I get to my house ok. Makes me smile to remember that... |
It's the weekend
Being wanted back at my other clinic. I have never received the kind of feedback from a staff before. You know people will say, "Oh, we all miss you. When ya coming back?' in a sort of joking way. This is very different. People who are reserved, who would never say anything like that have reached out to me to tell me about the void I left in the program and, even more so, in the impact I had on the overall clinic. I knew I was leaving this all behind but admin was so awful, I had to go. I am flummoxed about what to do. What if I try to go back and the old admin gets in the way? And, my current clinic would hate me.
No yard work to do this weekend unless I feel like weeding and who EVER feels like weeding?
Charlie is adjusting to his new weight control food. When I took him in earlier this week for allergies, he weighed FORTY pounds when he should weigh around 32, though I'd be ok with 34. I felt like an obese mother with obese children. So far, so good on the food which costs a fortune BTW.