and it spread

Ahh Mondays. There is nothing quite like a Monday morning. Well, let me clarify. There is nothing quite like a Monday morning complete with staffing and seven new patients. I thought Bradford might ease me into the new job. I just forgot that I work at Bradford and something like that would be terribly illogical. They also said I would have to interview for the job and fight tooth and nail, etc and then, wham, I'm up the hill and working. I must have a duck on my head because I'm missing something. Anyway, I think things will settle back into a routine. The work is not difficult. I'm used to patients and families. It's just the system is different. I'm still trying to figure out what initials mean what and what the office lingo is and which piece of paper goes where and gets signed by who (or is it whom?). So, I'm sure that'll work out soon enough. In the meantime I'm trying to manage my disrupted stomach and get to painting something wonderful for the wall of my office. I'm going to commission myself, which is neat. I really miss my friends though. I knew I would miss them, but it's really tough. I'm very glad I switched jobs. I was somewhat unhappy with the work and I felt like I was working in a semi broken system. I really wanted to experience ECP and take on a new challenge. I just didn't know it would hurt my heart so much.