I survived my first week at my new job. I went into clinic on Monday not knowing what to expect and with expectations set to the pretty low side. I came out of Monday feeling excited about my new job change. Fast forward to Friday (Yes!!! I can now appreciate the value of Fridays) and I had the best week! I didn't dread my alarm each morning, came to work with a smile each day, and even had time in the morning to actually do my hair (I usually would jump out of the shower, towel it enough so it's not dripping all over me, and threw it in a ponytail. I've now worn my hair down for 3 days...monumental feat).
Everyone has been super nice and super helpful. I was even invited to Happy Hour on my first day there! A group of people that work together and hang out together...such a breath of fresh air. But what makes my new job even better is seeing all of my patients from years ago. I saw a patient that I took care of a ton when he was not even 2. Now he's 4, looks absolutely amazing, and has a head ful of curls. Seeing someone like him makes everything I do worth it. It makes the hurt we feel when we lose a patient to this horrible beast a little more bearable because of how many kids do so well.
I'm now enjoying my first real weekend off. I think I can get used to this. One of the girls at work reminded me to turn off my alarm last night since I don't need to wake up. Such a novelty now!!!
Oh and for everyone wondering, I got all of my laundry folded! It took me a while but it's done. Now I just have to put my part of it away. The Hubs (who surprises me all the time when he talks about what I've written on here...who would have thought he'd actually read this) couldn't believe I would write about my lack of laundry folding skills but why not? I'm sharing my weight loss with you, my life's journey with you, why not my inability to fold laundry? :)
Hope y'all have a great weekend!!!