ASHLEY, COMMANDING OFFICER.
...should be in Charleston, and is, instead, sitting at her dining room table with all her doors open in Jacksonville. Why, you ask? Because the Marine Corps has once again sucked all the fun out of life. This is literally my last weekend with Tomato before he leaves for EMV in CA. It was literally the "once a year" weekend he could have spent time with his friends he graduated college with.
We could be on the beach, we could be walking the battery, we could be swinging in battery park, we could be watching Citadel parades, we could be getting tipsy with friends, we could be visiting family members...we could be...
but, instead we're here. Again. Stuck, while all of the world continues.
But, this is the life WE chose. This is the job that pays our bills and keeps a roof over our head and food on our table and money in our savings account. I guess I should learn to be more grateful.
Anyway, I'm off work...which is grand. Zero and I have been playing frisbee and hanging out on the screen porch all day listening to some jams.
Work has been going a little better, minus the little snag with a patient the other day. It just seems that no matter the steps you take to get someone help or to listen to them or to be compassionate, it all blows up in your face. If ER nursing does nothing, it helps you put things into perspective. Some people don't want help, some people are bored, some people are broken and some people are as stubborn as all get out. You just do what you can, and carry on.
I did have a patient the other day that said one of the nicest things to me I've ever heard. He was a little old retired military man with his wife. He asked me all about Tomato and his job, and the Marine Corps, etc. Then he said, "When you get home, tell your husband...that I am honored...to meet his wife."
Also, at work...I'll be officially precepting my first new graduate nurse. It's a far cry from where I was this time last year. I enjoyed ICU, but ER is where my talent lies...and I feel that I've thrived beyond my wildest expectations. So much so, that I'm being trusted to instruct another nurse. It's really very humbling.
I've also decided to expand my baking horizons. Hurray!
TOMATO, THE HUBS.
...is set to go to EMV next week. He'll be gone a month. Which means I'm going to have to remember to feed the dog, and do the dishes and all that jazz. I mean, I've done it before. Though I'm sad he'll be gone, I'm also kind of happy in the fact that a week after he gets back...we'll be sailing the Caribbean. So, it's at least something to look forward to.
I can tell he's getting more stressed out about work. He's been quick to snap recently. I know a couple of key players in his support system are moving on to bigger things here soon. He's gonna have to take on all those people's responsibilities. He just wants to be the best Officer he can be. I can't do anything but try to support him.
ZERO, THE DRAGON.
...retrieves. A lot. He also loves to sunbathe. It's his most favorite labby thing to do. I think we are going to buy him a kiddie pool to play in soon.
I also think that pretty soon, he's getting his manhood taken from him. I think it'll make him all 'round healthier and we have no plans to breed him. He doesn't use the dern things anyway. He's not even super domineering.
He is also a real sugary ham here lately. Tomato and I could be cuddling on the couch...and the next thing you know...Zero's head in laying in your lap or on the pillow next to yours.
Song of the Day
Too Dramatic by Ra Ra Riot
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