The last few days have not involved a lot of sleep, but have involved me wrestling with many bags and suitcases. My last shift as a nurse was a pretty quiet one, but a nice one. It was one of those days where nothing really bad or sad happened, no one yelled profanities at me, I didn't end up sprayed in a bodily fluid.
|Just another day in the ED, running with crash|
carts and IV poles.
Left early for Alberta, but had a long delay in Vancouver so I treated myself to a 10 min neck massage (best airport store idea EVER) and bought Tobie's birthday present.
Arrived back in Edmonton and have basically been unpacking, repacking, organizing, doing last minute errands (buying new runners, internet cables, international drivers license, etc.) Last night a dinner and night out with some very very near and dear friends. Ate at one of my favorite restaurants (hello bison short ribs, where have you been all my life??) and then pints at a casual pub. The girls are good, so good to see.
Tomorrow some very very last minute purchases to make, one last great pack/re-pack and then it is off to the airport and direct to Heathrow. A painfully long 3.5h layover and then to Ireland.
Year 2. Bring it.
*A line from one of my favorite Ray LaMontagne songs, Jolene.