I went in to check our post-operative patient at nine o’clock in the evening.
I got Dog out of his kennel, assessed him and entered notes in his medical record.
Exhausted, I slid down the wall between the surgery suite and the treatment room, on the treatment room side.
Being officially done with the day (Who am I kidding? It was the kind of day I would have considered drinking at noon…) I accepted the wine cooler Russ handed me.
Dog head-butted me, turned in a circle and went back to sleep leaned against me.
Dog and I sat together for over an hour. I watched him sleep and pet him behind the ear that was tipped up.
You never get to just BE in this career, and sometimes you need to just be.
