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A tempest in a teacup — that’s what my aunt would have called it. Much ado about nothing.
However, instead of being able to sit in gratitude and relief — I find myself feeling embarrassed and guilt-ridden.
This is the yin/yang of emotions I feel as I ponder the events of the last few weeks.
To begin with, I’m so sorry I caused my children to worry. This part is most distressing to me.
I also regret causing my friends’ concern, disturbing their sleep, and their schedules. All for naught it seems.
I deeply wish I hadn’t shared my saga with anyone I work with. Note to self: just let them call a code if they have to. I probably won’t care at that point anyway.
Although, my boss seems glad to hear I am ok. Staffing — always worrisome to nurse managers. But to be fair, I think she might truly like me.
As I review all the steps which lead up to the moment when I was told the build-up to A Something was in fact, just a Big Fat Nothing — I realize there wasn’t any other path I could have/should have taken.
I was also so relieved. So Thankful. It was all just a Big Fat Nothing.
Then.
A mere 24 hours later — everything’s changed.
