It was a little too quiet one afternoon.
So I went to investigate.
Someone found my school backpack.
Someone’s been watching. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had to practice skills at home before lab validations, and there’s usually an audience. An audience that has a lot of questions. This next picture makes me smile- she was turning the stethoscope so that it would be on the pediatric bell side for her little patient.
Cash register transformed into computer. Lots of charting, of course. Although charting with gloves on is generally a bad idea…
Someone was thoroughly enjoying herself.
The diagnosis? Strep throat. I’m told a prescription of Augmentin has been ordered. So not to worry, all should be well soon.
Later that day, a little someone was sitting next to me and sighed. “It looks like so much fun to be a Mom. Do you like it, Mom? So far, so good? Is it fun to be a Mom?” (This is so typical– three or four rapid-fire questions that all mean the same thing. And I love that about her.)
“Yes, Nora. It is. So far, so good.”
“I think that’s what I’ll be someday.”
(P.S. No making fun of my scrubs, okay? :) I know they’re not exactly gorgeous. And sorry to my friend Erica for this, but forest green is not my favorite color. Because every single job I’ve held since I was 14 has required a green top. Kelly green, light green, Forest green, mud green. You name it, I had it. Even when I worked at a bank, we had casual Fridays and wore green polos. Let’s just say that when the time comes to purchase my own scrubs, forest green will not be anywhere on my person. Not that I feel strongly about this or anything…)