Success is Measured in Watts
Lately, the hospital work has gotten so demanding that it is incredibly discouraging to face the 12 hours ahead of me. Especially because I have become not-a-morning-person (or at least not until 9am). Anything that helps the time go either quickly or funly (yes, that's not a word, but I'm using parallel construction here) is a welcome relief. Anything that makes me feel marginally needed helps the day feel like a success. So I am proud to say that I saved a life yesterday. It was a small life. No bigger than my thumb. Despite its size, there's something definitely out-of-place (one might say it sticks out like a sore thumb . hahaha) in the moth flying the hospital hallways. You know what else sticks out like a sore thumb? A nurse erratically walking the hallway closing her hands on empty air. But by golly, I was gonna save that tiny life. Finally, with a cup and a flier on an upcoming nursing conference, I caught the little guy (or girl. I don't know moth biology) a