I really hope that this weekend will be restful. I think both Hubby and I need it. It was a stressful week for both of us.
The funeral for Hubby's grandmother was really nice. She was such a large presence in the family. The entire family is mourning, and likely will be for a while. Losing her was a big loss for his family. Hubby is still having a hard time of it. Time heals all wounds. It will get better.
I think the death hit my grandmother close to home. She sent flowers to the funeral and called Hubby's mother to offer condolences. I suspect she knows somewhere in her heart that she is losing my grandfather. I am not close enough to the situation to truly know, but I suspect that is what is happening. I feel like there are only so many times he can recover from a setback. And he is not eating a lot and sleeping more.
Hubby's family is very different from my family. They are all very close, and apparently all very fertile. His family is happy for us, and are excited about my pregnancy. But they really do not have a clue what we have been through to get to this point. I think we have found our current annoying question. "So, what are you having?" We are having a baby. Sex does not matter to us, as long as it is healthy. Hell, we are still getting used to stating that we are pregnant, and we only have a few weeks left in the first trimester.
People at work have recommended I get a doctor's note to get me out of night shifts and 12 hour shifts. I just may do that. I hate night shifts, and the 12 hour shifts are really rough on me these days. If I do get the note, it will likely be next block before I see any changes. I just have one night shift to get through this block. And it will be a crazy shift, I can almost guarantee. I am on a 12 hour night shift on the 4th of July. Alcohol, fireworks, and firearms. Never a good combo. And I hate trauma. Really not looking forward to that shift.
I know I do not usually do this, but I have a vent about a co-worker. I know she does not read my blog, so I feel pretty safe doing this. She just annoyed the crap out of me this week. For some reason, I just really do not like her at all now. I used to like her, but I think something has changed with her since I worked with her last. I think it may be because she has gotten closer to management and she now thinks she is all that. (Probably because management told her so. Idiots.) This particular day, she was assigned to help with my room. I was actually working with a gyn surgeon that day, and the room had gotten off to a late start. (That was a whole other situation which I had not control over.) She was nice enough to give me a break that morning, but I could tell she did not want to be there, so I did not make by break long. She was very short with me and did not seem to care about anything I would say to her in report. When she came to relieve me for lunch, she again would not listen to anything I tried to tell her. She was more interested in bitching about how she did not want to be there and how I set up my room all wrong. It was wrong for general surgery, maybe, but it was set up correctly for a gyno case.
People, this person hates gyn surgery, and she never works in gyno rooms. I do not think that she had any business telling me I set my gyno room up wrong. She also hates being PRN. (Helping as needed.) I am pretty sure what she was saying was not personal, but it still upset me. It did not help that I was all emotional from being pregnant. I think it upset me more that she would not listen to anything I had to say. It came across to me like she felt that everything I did was wrong. She also pissed me off again yesterday. We were assigned 4 PRN rooms, and we split up the assignment. She gave me the two busiest rooms, and then did not even bother to check on how I was doing and if I needed help. One of my rooms was a gyno room with small cases which were all heavy on the circulator. My other room was a cysto and then a thoracoscopy with a weak circulator. I was working my butt off all morning while she was looking at avon. Nice. I think I have lost all respect for this person now. I think I have good reason after this week.
OK, vent off. I just had to get that off my chest.
Planning on having a restful weekend. Maybe finally going to see Up. Or maybe just going out to dinner somewhere tonight. I know my family wanted to see me on father's day, but I am not sure if they are going to be able to come down here or not. I am just going to take it as it comes.