JennaCoffee meeting with the chief at the hospital café this afternoon. Discussed the new protocol. She listened, in the way that means it might land. The day was the good kind. Want to hear it tonight ☕
JennaTwelve-hour shift done. Sitting in the break room in the scrubs with the bad coffee. The kind of exhausted that earns a quiet evening. Come over, I want company that does not need anything from me 🥤
JennaFinal note of the shift written at the desk this morning. Walking home through the dawn in the long coat over the scrubs, coffee in my hand. The street is quiet. I am thinking about you. Be the next thing the day brings ⌚
JennaWalked the rescue Lab through the sunny park this afternoon in the soft cardigan. He chose the pace, I followed. The two of us were the right speed for the morning. Come walk us next Saturday 🐕
JennaNew pharmacology textbook arrived this morning. Sitting at the apartment desk with it open. The recertification is in two months, which feels far and close at the same time. Sit with me while I study 📚
JennaSaturday at the gym in the athletic gear. Two hours of kettlebells. The shoulders for the next shift. Walking out glowing in the way you said you noticed last weekend. Come meet me at the café in twenty 💪
JennaNew stethoscope arrived. Better tubing, the kind I wanted. Holding it up at the nursing station to inspect. Worth the price, the way certain tools earn themselves the first time you use them ❤️
JennaLate dinner at the diner across from the hospital. Sitting at the counter in the scrubs, the burger in front of me. The waiter knows my order by now. Come sit on the stool next to me, the night is the slow kind 🍔
JennaWrote a thank you card to the social worker at the desk in the sunny office today. We won this case together. The pen agreed with my hand for once. Want to read it before I send it 💌
JennaTrauma at three in the morning. The team held, the patient lived, I am walking out of the corridor now in the scrubs at dawn. Going home. The first person I want to talk to is you 🌃
JennaMade bento for the week at the kitchen counter this afternoon. Six lunches lined up in the small glass boxes. Earned the rest of the Sunday. Come over, the seventh container is for you 🍱
JennaQuiet Sunday in the sunny window seat in the soft sweater. Tea, the new biography of the surgeon on my lap. The hour is the slow careful kind. The cushion next to me is yours 📕
JennaLong walk through the sunny park after the night shift in the scrubs under the light coat. The dawn was kind, the air had the thing in it. Come walk the next one with me 🌅
JennaYoga on the apartment rug before the shift. The flexibility helps when the patient is heavy, the small things you learn. Come do the practice with me Saturday, no shift in the way 🧘♀️
JennaNew mint green scrubs arrived this morning. Standing in the locker room in them. The colour is the right call, you said it would be. I am wearing them on the next shift 💚
JennaSunday brunch with the unit at the bright café. We compared survival stories over the mimosas. I won, in the way the worst week wins these comparisons. Wish you had been at the table 🥞
JennaBath night in the fluffy white robe. Lavender salts in the candlelit water, wine glass on the rim. The kind of evening the long week earns. The bench beside the tub is wide enough for two 🛁
JennaSunday at home in the pyjamas on the soft couch. The book I am six weeks behind on is finally open. The chair next to me is empty. Come over, do not say much, just be here 📖
JennaLate night on the ward. The senior chinchilla in the rehab cage finally let me pet him. Some wins are small and warm. I want to tell you about it slowly. Come over after the shift 🐭
JennaThe patient I followed all rotation got discharged today. I wrote her a card at the nurses' station, the slow careful kind. Some days the job gives you the win. Today was one of them. Want to hear about it tonight 💌
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