I feel a little dumb in the head. Let me re-phrase that...I'm tired and I seem to be lagging a little; mentally, I mean. I'm zoning out a bit. It was a steady shift. My legs and feet were sore and tired today and I even wore my runners. I just haven't been feeling up to par... and it's frustrating!!! I JUST WANT MORE ENERGY! *sigh*
So.. the Italian lady. When I delivered dinner I said excitingly, "I learned a new phrase! Io capisco un po l'italiano". "Brava!" she says. "Bravissimo!" Hee! I made some slight changes to her dinner so the texture was more pleasing... and she ate! It was so exciting. She didn't eat everything, but she ate more than she usually does. Later into the shift, in fact it was almost home time, I went to ask her if she had a rosary (Italian usually means die-hard Catholic) and she started to well up. "You can get one?" she asked, so hopeful, starting to get tears. "Don't do that," I said (also starting to tear up). But it was a good sort of cry. So I brought her a rosary from the chapel and it made her so happy. I'm smiling just writing about it.
On my way out of the womens change room there was a very attractive doctor behind me and we approached the elevator. I could tell he was looking at me, but I wasn't sure what his deal was. "Looks like you had a long shift," he said...and we talked a bit. He seemed genuinely interested in my day. It was...foreign. Now to be honest, I wouldn't recognize flirting at this point, it's been so long, like I can't hit the broadside of a barn, so I don't know if he was or not. Looking back I wish I'd engaged in conversation a bit more (and more eye contact), but usually when it hits 7:30 I just wanna get the hell outta the building. Ah well, maybe I'll run into him again :)
On my walk home in the fabulous weather we're having, I was cutting through a park and a couple kids were running around. Ah, the reckless abandon we had as kids, not caring about tomorrow. It's all about having fun and running around with your friends and being called in for dinner. Those were the days.
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Ooh, how exciting! The doc, I mean. Sounds like a Mills & Boon plot! I reckon that with your experience, you could write one. I agree with you about kids. To have that freedom, no responsibility, parents doing your washing and cooking for you... Yes, those were the days all right!
Heh.. I don't know of this 'Mills & Boon'. I'm not sure if he was a doc at this point, perhaps a unit attendant. But all the same, I'm kicking myself for not being more on alert :)
HELLO! J! THERE'S AN ATTRACTIVE MAN TALKING TO YOU! WAKE UP! Ugh...
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