I have won the battle...

Dear cardiovascular fitness that I once briefly held in my grasp: where in tarnation did you go?! Come back to me, I beg you.

War update: I have won the battle. Cinnamon WORKS WELL. Don't judge me, but I still have the same cinnamon barricade along the baseboards of the kitchen. Just this morning I bought Raid, and have yet to actually sweep up the cinnamon and spray (I blame night shift for the delay... and everything askew in my life, lets be honest). I'm nervous to spray Raid in the kitchen... I guess it's just on the floor so it should be okay... right?

Tonight is my last night on orientation. I will have one night off (Sunday night), then work three in a row... solo. Vomit worthy? Yes. I have noticed a theme both at my previous job and my present one that people's first night off orientation always ends traumatically. Whatever can go wrong will, whatever patient is supposed to be the stable one ends up going downhill unexpectedly, etc. Truthfully, I don't vividly remember my first night off orientation in Chicago, which suggests that nothing was uber terrible (unless it was so bad that I repressed it and will come back to haunt me in my middle-adulthood... something to look forward to!). So I'm nervous. Generally speaking if you work several shifts in a row, efforts are made to give you the same patient assignment as it provides consistency in care and for the family, which is usually awesome. However, my assignments the past two nights (and I'm assuming tonight) have been rather intense, and I would definitely appreciate something slightly simpler as I forge the waters on my own. After the second three-in-a-row, I'll have eight glorious days off and I am genuinely looking forward to that!