And again...
Another easy night. It keeps getting weirder and weirder. Four light nights in a row is just too weird. I wasn't there for the first one, just heard about it from Terese, the tech I'm training.
She let me leave early again. Too cool... I make use of my opportunities, and I don't even feel very guilty about it. For instance, she went up to ICU and did the morning portables. She knew that she could call me if she had any trouble, but she didn't have any... she did just great.
And I sat on my ass... and I did feel a little guilty. But... she'll be doing it by herself pretty soon, it might as well be now.
Nine hours of sleep yesterday. Feeling good, but I still think that I can get another nine today and be happy about it. Tomorrow will be a long day, with the drive to Wichita and then the drive to Enid. I'll probably get a nap inbetween, though.
I really love Debbie and Ric (Deb is Karen's sister, Ric her husband) but I hate staying there. They have an old hide-a-bed for guests... a genuinely terrible bed. The obviously don't want long-term visitors...
The bed is short, the mattress is thin and lumpy. My extremities go to sleep along with my brain... but I toss and turn so much that I never get any good sleep down there. It doesn't happen very often though, and I guess it's not too bad for a night on that bed in exchange for their company...
A week or so ago I was talking about getting out of medicine and getting another job... I've pretty much decided that I don't want to. I have too many ties here, and too much loyalty to the hospital. A velvet rut. 
And then there's the fact that I really love what I do... I don't just like it, or not mind doing it... I love it. Sometimes I think, "I get to do this and I get paid, too!" This isn't very profitable financially, but dammit... I don't want to give it up.
Sure, I could probably make twice as much... doing something that I don't love. It would probably be something that I like... and I would like the money... but loving your job is a very rare thing.
What to do, what to do...
Another thing is that I've not got a lot of self-confidence outside of radiology. Sure, I'm more computer-savvy than 99% of the people... but I'm not really sure that I'd fit in with that one percent.
And then there's the fact that I would be losing an enjoyable hobby...
As you can tell, I haven't completly talked myself out of it...
More tomorrow....