It’s 2012. For the past couple months I’ve been journaling old school in notebooks but I figured it was time to get back to blogging. So here I am.
I spent the last week and half of November and the first couple days of December in the hospital. It seems that what I’d dismissed as a recurring and extremely painful bout of indigestion spanning over 3+ years was actually gall bladder issues that resulted in acute pancreatitis and surgery to have said gall bladder removed. What normally is a simple outpatient surgery was complicated by the pancreatitis and resulted in 10 days in the hospital prior to gallbladder removal.
It wasn’t how I would’ve chosen to end 2011, and yet as so often seems to happen in life, it was exactly what I needed to jump start the New Year. It’s amazing what one can come up with when confined to a hospital bed and walking the halls on the surgical floor contemplating the eternal question, So, now what? It seems that in order to take a long overdue step forward in my life I had to have my gall bladder out. More precisely, I had to go through the experience of enough discomfort and down right pain in order to ultimately force me to do something, anything, to get out of the rut that I’d so comfortably and seamlessly created for myself.
So, at the fabulous age of 41, I’ve decided to tiptoe my way into a new profession, the medical profession. Meaning, after observing the PCAs (Patient Care Assistants) and RNs working on my surgical floor, I decided to inquire about becoming a PCA. My first step was to obtain a sponsor for the program, which I did, by contacting the Nurse Manager on my floor after getting settled back home last month. Next, I’ll shadow on the floor where I was a patient to determine if I feel up to the task and if the job and the environment suit me. If all goes well, I’ll continue on in the hospital’s PCA program. I am very excited about this new opportunity. I’m also very excited that I’ve maintained an interest in something, other than my marriage and son (noble interests to be sure), for more than 5 minutes for the first time in at least as many years.
My hope is to continue writing, both journaling old school and blogging, in the months to come, chronicling my experience. Oh, and by the way, it hit me like a ton of bricks while in the hospital that I have a major obstacle, one that has plagued me nearly all of my life, that I’ll be struggling to overcome while pursing this new opportunity. That obstacle? Trust. Trust in others. Trust in myself. And trust in God and the Universe. May the Trust be with me.