





The other day I answered the phone and got the call I thought I wanted: I've been hired at the hospital where I first worked as an RN, lo those many years ago. I applied way the hell back in March, but given the sucky economy and the resultant influx of "retired" nurses back into the workplace, they couldn't hire me right away, despite the favorable interview. But now for some reason they can. On the plus side, I'll be working in my favorite area, Cardiology. On the negative side, I'll be working. I've been doing
absolutely nothing for the past two years but knitting, blogging, junking, and cuddling my darling blue chihuahua: a real Lady of Leisure, complete with lap dog. I'm scared! I know I can do it, because deep down I'm as tough as an old boot, but it's going to be a shock to my middle-aged lazy-ass system, to say the least. Full time! Yikes! By next spring I hope to be able to go to part time, but the hospitals have the upper hand right now — for the first time in years and years they're not begging for warm bodies to fill the nursing vacancies. And they want full-timers. I am excited, but the excitement spirals into pure fear if I think about the coming life upheaval too much. SO to allay my anxieties, I went on a junking spree, and got these cool items at a flea market: an aluminum hand, a groovy round linen tablecloth from the 70s, Royledge® shelf paper, plastic pins, a square of pillow fabric, and Bridget. No I didn't get
her at the flea market, but isn't she cute?