As the week has gone on, I have had less time to do anything, or so it seems. I am finishing up a few shifts that can't be covered in the recovery room, and trying to help others out with my new position at the same time. It's been frustrating and challenging but at the same time I'm enjoying this new role.
My brother came by the house today while we were at work to take Buddy for a walk. He ended up staying 3 hours and raked our property for leaves, mowed the backyard (before it snowed an hour later), did my dishes in the kitchen and took the garbage out for tomorrow. I'm pretty grateful.
He didn't attempt the laundry but I am irritated with my machines. They are about 20 years old and it takes at least an hour and a half to dry a load of laundry. I had no uniform to wear to work today except a yucky pair that were uncomfortable all day. My underpants showed and the same fricken nurses kept pointing it out to me.
On 11/11 I am going to buy a new washer and dryer. Happy 2nd anniversary to me! (I actually mean that in a good way...I'm thinking of buying some pretty machines that I have my eye on!)