Today was my last day at my crappy, crappy job. My job had its perks: it was nursing related, it was very rewarding, and I loved my clients (most of them). I worked for a home health care company for 1 1/2 years, and that was long enough thankyouverymuch.
To commemorate our last day together, one of my favorite clients and I went out for coffee to the local bakery. It was bittersweet. Its strange, a little bit, but Mike and I have been through a lot together (mostly him) and his family was like family to me. I would call him my friend. Mike was the reason I stayed as long as I did at that job, but it was time to call it quits.
Its feels so strange to say goodbye. I've spent 6 hours a week with Mike, every week, since July. He's been a constant in my weeks, and I could always look forward to our long chats, playing ping pong, and him teasing me about almost everything. His wife's baking was always a plus, too.
But Mike will continue his recovery from stroke without me. And as much as I want to take the credit for his stunning progress so far, it has been his hard work and determination that got him this far, I was just there to help. His strength and character (and goofy smile) are something I will remember for many years to come.

Labels: Nursing, Thoughts, Work