One nice thing about being an RN is the ability to pick up some extra shifts now and then. Our financial coffers are getting a little like Mother Hubbard's cupboard: empty. So I called work and told them I was available.
Last night, around 8 pm I got the call. I could work today. Seeing as I travel a whole lot, I keep my suitcase packed for such calls. I left shortly after the phone rang and drove to the Napa Valley, arriving around midnight; checked into my St. John of the Cross Room and tried to sleep.
To no avail.
Finally, after a couple hours of sleep, the alarm rang and I showed up not very bushy tailed to work. A glutton for punishment, I worked extra: a twelve hour shift.
So, my walk tonight was short. Twenty minutes around the grounds of the hospital.
As in answer to prayers, I was offered a 12 hour shift tomorrow too. I thankfully picked it up.
This is what Father's do when families are short on money. Happy Father's Day!
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