Friday the 13th...

With such an infamous date... you never really know what to expect.

For me, it started out with an email, and a text. The email was from work- I was on call for the evening shift. My first back after a 6 month break from the hospital. And the phone call was X2 wanting to see the kids, for the first time in 6 months. Yes, December was a weird month.

So...I did what I always do. Call My Guy to whine.

Well, he in all his wisdom said "Oh shut up- It will work out." Just the kick in the butt I needed. He is pretty groovy like that.

First issue- The hospital called, no biggie. But when I went in I was sent East... where all the scary IVs and PCAs and surgical patients are. I'm good with the babies, the exhausted mommas, and the nervous new dads. Sure there are always concerns and meds and care, it's just the post ops that make me nervous. And for my first solo shift back... double train wrecks...but I survived. And they did too. Always a good thing, right?

Second issue- the visit was scheduled...and I'm always stressed when there is an up coming visit. My Guy called and asked when was The Event... and said great- I was coming over then anyway. I told you he was groovy.

So Friday the 13th came and went, starting out pretty bleak, but finished up much better. Damn, he was right again. I'm not quite used to this whole "having a supportive guy to back me up" thing, but I think I kind of like it.