First of all, an update on what’s happening in my life right now. Things are still a little confusing at the moment. I can’t see a surgeon until April 18, so until then I get to live in fear and worry. Everything hangs in the balance until I meet the surgeon and find out what, if anything, is going to be done to my back. One thing I do know, regardless of if I have surgery or not, I will have to leave patient care. My back can no longer withstand the strain nursing puts on it. No matter what, any job that requires patient care will eventually require the nurse to lift, push, pull, or twist SOMETHING heavier than him-or herself. I can no longer take the risk of performing one of these tasks and destroying my back forever. I may already have destroyed it, but if I don’t stop putting myself at risk, it will happen for sure.
My boss is going to keep me on for the time being. I will only be able to work in pre-op. Starting IVs and charting are all I can do. I will also do any computer/secretarial work needed to help fill the rest of the time. How long they will keep me being limited to only pre-op remains to be seen. My boss doesn’t want to get rid of me, but the ultimate decision lies with the CEO. He may end up wanting to get rid of me and hire someone who is capable of doing anything and everything…as I ONCE was capable of doing.
Since I am in no way, shape, or form interested in nursing if I can’t be taking care of patients directly, I’ve been looking into online degree programs for writing, graphic design, and photography. They all seem very appealing. I haven’t decided on one yet, it will all depend on funding (I’m working to acquire a grant). One thing is certain, I will be getting a second bachelor’s degree in one of these three areas. After that I will start a new career, quite possibly doing so in the big city of Dallas, Texas, where more opportunities await. Which brings me to the trip I just returned from…Dallas was nice, as always. Had some lovely food, fantastic time visiting with family, saw my aunt’s new home–which is fabulous–and was given some mementos of my beloved Uncle Mac. It was very hard visiting this time, because practically everything in my aunt’s house that reminds you of Mac was gone. Either taken down and packed, or given away to family and friends. My aunt has kept the few things that meant the most to her, the rest of his things she is in the process of giving away to those who loved Mac, to cherish them along with his memory. I was given some of his music, one of his treasured LSU game footballs, and some pictures of him and my cousin–his son–who sadly passed away when he was 15, back in 1992. Here are some photos of the trip: