FML
So, I went to see my gynecologist the other day, Dr. Gorgeous, and he palpated my abdommen and felt that cyst on my left ovary…and OUCH.
Suddenly, I’m worried about going to New York with this ticking time-bomb on my ovary, what if the pain becomes acute and I have to take care of it—what, in New York? With George here in San Fran? And me there, alone?
I’m hoping I can get thru at least this first semester of classes, come home and have this cyst removed during the Holiday break between semesters.
I resigned from my job, yesterday also. Knowing that either I’m going back to school, or I’m going to have surgery. It was tough—only my supervisor was there, and a couple other nurses, no one really made a huge deal of it, but they were nice. I mentioned that I would like to come back per diem if they had need, during my semester breaks, and I have to wait and see about that, whether they will or won’t need me. Seems the county has been laying a lot of people off, so it’s likely the budget won’t allow it.
I cleaned out my locker, which only held my stethoscope, my fanny pack with some ICU drug books, pictures of George and my dog. I put my stethoscope on my neck for the first time in a year and walked out of there.
On the elevator ride down, I was recruited by a guy who’s looking for nurses and MDs to administer flu shots in one of thos mobile clinic type things. I might consider it if the money is right during the Christmas break. *if I’m not having surgery!)
