Journal of Pier Luck

You know when you just have one of those weeks that nothing seems to go right? I think it was that my expectations were not being met. I thought I would already have my own patients by now with my new home health company. I thought we might be going to Maui this Friday for our anniversary because the military finally lifted the travel ban for interisland, but Dustin's command hasn't decided on anything yet.  I also have a friend going through a difficult time in her marriage and things were getting ugly.  I was also already frustrated at the fact I was being forced to do way too many hours of orientation for a PT with 20 years experience and my preceptor was correcting me on little things that didn't need to be corrected.  I just wanted my OWN patients, I miss SO much helping to improve the quality of life for my patients.  We had a Start of care cancel last minute because they went to the ER when I was supposed to be checked off on it so I could see my own patients...

Well, last week was tough, between returning to a pretty boring virtual orientation, to dealing with a bug problem, to continued Pandemic issues, to race riots and curfews all over the nation.  This is when living in the middle of the Pacific on an island is a blessing, because we feel pretty far from it all. There were some peaceful protests in Waikiki, but nothing like what was happening in San Diego, Minneapolis, and DC.  There are some tough feelings out there and everyone is feeling more deeply lately and we have more time to process which is good. We weren't really paying much attention to it earlier in the week because we woke up Monday morning with little tiny bugs all over our phones and then they started biting me and crawling on me and they were everywhere in our master bedroom.  We thought they were bed bugs which scared the heck out of me, but it turned out they were mites brought in from the birds nest in the eave outside our bedroom window.  We were w...