Wednesday, March 22, 2023
004.
My latest obsession is Ashnikko:
My daughter is just as smitten as I am. I am hopefully going to be getting us tickets to see her when she is playing in Vancouver in October, fingers crossed.
I had a bit of a holiday last week. I did absolutely nothing, and it was just as magical as I thought it could be. It was just nice to catch up on some rest. If the snow hadn’t still been up to my armpits, and cold enough to freeze the jewelry in my ears and face, I would have spent the majority of my time outside. I miss walking through the woods, taking in the air and looking at mushrooms. One of my goals this year is to get outside more when I can, and to be better at monitoring myself for burn-out. Thankfully, this time my holiday coincided with my boss’s emergency rotation, so I only lost administrative time and not any patient in-clinic time. If I can work it out like that everytime, that would be amazing.
So many big projects I am wanting to start around the house this year. Hoping to have my house in a beautiful, decluttered and deep-cleaned state by the end of the summer. If anything, I want to get the floors done upstairs at least. As soon as the snow melts. -_-
I’m going to try my hand at making my own incense blends tonight. I will post photos and the results. It’s going to be a blend from the Dark Goddess Collective, and once I get more comfortable with it, I’m going to try my hand at making my own.
Short post today. I’m going to try my best to have the book review I’ve been working on posted sometime this week.
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
003.
I celebrated my 35th birthday this past Monday, which was a bit surreal. My Charlie took me out to dinner at Boston Pizza after I got off work, which was lovely. I had a chicken carbonara pizza, which was probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I am debating on whether to go back tomorrow and get another, albeit larger, one. It was a lovely evening that ended rather messily, unfortunately, because Charlie’s truck ended up getting stuck at the bottom of my driveway. Trying to dig out a giant Ford in the dark, with subpar footwear, all while my dad is throwing off the most smothering anxious energy… not how I would have chosen to end my night, but I guess it is what it is. At least there was pizza, LOL.
It feels weird being 35. I don’t feel 35. Which maybe is good; what is it supposed to feel like? My boss said to me this morning not to be self-conscious of my age, because I don’t look a day over 26. It was a little bit of an “awwww!” moment for me. Definitely made me feel a bit better.
Right now, I am debating on whether or not I should hand my resignation in to the hospital. With how stressful the last few years have been, it seems like the right move to make, because it would be one less thing for me to stress about. I haven’t worked much there since the pandemic started, mostly because I was too tired doing both my office job and then the hospital, but also because I was sick and tired of the mixed messages, I was getting regarding the coronavirus policies. More often than not, it was a “policy for thee, not for me” kind of deal and it was aggravating. My hang up is that my college training was for the hospital. I trained as a health unit coordinator. It feels like I’m not being true to my training if I give it up. I’ve taken a couple of shifts this month and I’m thinking of delaying my decision until after that block is over. I need the money, but the stress I must put myself under to get there… is the money really worth the headache?
One of the things that I’ve had to consider, working in the medical field in a system that is on the verge of collapse, is what I would do if my boss decided to leave the community and close the practice. I’ve had to consider it once before, and my plan at that time was to apply for a hospital job in another community (Kamloops was the one I settled on because RIH is always screaming for staff, and I figured I had a good shot) and relocate. Now that relocation is off the table, as my mom has passed and I need to take care of my dad, I have had to change those plans. I am already going for my transcription certification, but as another back up avenue, I have been looking at getting into the funeral business and becoming an embalmer. I have contacts at our local funeral home who adore me, so I don’t think getting an apprenticeship would be hard for me to do. It’s a two-year program, and I can get paid to work while I’m learned.
With the collapse of the BC medical system impending, I need to have back up plans. I need to register and order my books for my transcription courses. My Charlie said he’d help me with the costs. He’s such a dear, I am such a lucky girl. I’ve never had a partner that wants so much for me to succeed and wants to actually help me achieve those goals. It’s an odd thing, because my past partners just… weren’t like that, so it’s odd. A good kind of odd, though.
Right now, I’m working on a book review that I will hopefully be posting by the end of the weekend, if not early next week. I’m really feeling the creativity lately, which is a decent change. I blame the moon and my new meds.
