Another week has passed since I've returned from the snowy north. It was a drastic change from blowing snow to sand storms, from minus 30 to plus 30, from snowshoeing and tobogganing to frizbee and hiking. Even on my trip south, trying to get to El Paso, I left a country of snow to be caught in a snow/sleet storm. I escaped that to be caught in a rain storm. And finally I flew into a dust storm.
For vacation I was so relieved to have two weeks off where I could rest easy and not be constantly on the alert for the ever-pending call of "birth team", but now that I'm back in the clinic (currently up in the middle of the night because of one of those calls) I realize again how much I love this work. Yeah, it gets in the way of a normal life. No, it's not really all that fun. But I love it. And I'm glad I'm here for now.
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