In the genus "I have a feeling that I've pulled the rug under the feet while I walked over" ... Probably a bad joke ... I'm not you / or you, since last Monday. Extremely happy to have spent my ED in very good conditions, with the end p'tite sentence that says "you can go home quiet or very quiet" ... Phew! I have not had much time to savor the pleasure. Few hours after I received the phone call that lead! You are expected Monday morning in gerontology at 8! And here I am
since Monday without status, a sort of in-between while awaiting the results of the ED they have found nothing better than to bring me back to the source. They said that I may be forgotten in three and a half years of study, how a toilet or changing ... No, no! I have not forgotten! Harsh reality! I have nothing against the elderly, far away. But I have 24 years of comfort care. I busted a shoulder in passing (and three calcified tendinitis, unhealed, of course). And I wanted to be at the front, to emergencies. I have not taken my education to 40 years to nurse again "comfort". I am furious! I rant!
Well, it was early days. I did not cash. Today, well, my character has kindly taken over. Wherever I am, whatever I do, I'll do well. For a year (the deal) I am a nurse in geriatrics.
Everything is not black. The center is on a hill with a magnificent park. The lounge opens onto a terrace with trees and flowers. break (well deserved) is almost idyllic. You can communicate with squirrels and peacocks. Can soliloquer paisiblement.
Je n'ai pas encore les résultats, mais j'y crois !
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