Very strange last week or so...worked a 72 hour shift last weekend (seriously, you sleep/shower in the on call room and the kitchen feeds you) and immediately left afterward to drive home to see CJ.
We spent a couple of days at home, then went to Cannon Beach (and got engaged!) over the weekend. It was sunny, there was good food and GREAT wine.
Everything was going swimmingly.....
Then:
Last night on my way back to Brewster I spun out into a snow bank going over Blewitt Pass. A passerby with a truck and a tow rope was nice enough to get me out, but it scared the bazookas out of me.
This morning I locked my keys in my car while stopped at a gas station on the way to work ($70 later the tow truck man let me in)
Then just a few hours ago I lost the key to the on-call room that I'm supposed to be sleeping in tonight. Not a huge deal, except that it is the ONLY key for the on call room that ALL the ER providers use during their long shifts. I already spoke to someone about getting a replacement key in the works, but I feel pretty dumb, and will have to explain myself to my preceptor, which is embarrassing. I have no idea where the frickin' key went...it was in my pocket, and then it wasn't.
Oh...and somehow my name tag fell off in the parking lot and it was run over by a car. Is this shit symbolic? WTF?
I accept my karmic lessons humbly, but wish they would end now.
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