I hate the act of moving. There's so much shit to do just for an "in town" move never mind moving 1,000 miles away. Regardless, I know what must be done and I'm throwing so much shit away. I will be getting under my bed in a few short hours to tear through the shit that is in there. I haven't looked at any of that stuff in 3 years. I'm almost afraid to open boxes and start sifting through the old memories.
I've been really emotional the past few days. I cried 3 times at work yesterday alone. I'm going to miss my peers and my job at CVES. Even the few folks there that I don't' really like aren't THAT bad. Last night reconfirmed that for me. There was a kitty who thought it would be a good idea to eat a needle and thread like so many silly cats do. We spent an hour fishing though this cat's belly with an endoscope looking for the needle so we didn't have to cut him. The DVM worked the focus and direction, I controlled the in and out of the stomach and Andrea controlled "The Pinchers of Peril" as she called them to reach in and grab the needle. It took endless tries and everytime we saw the needle, we'd scream and squeal with excitement! After so many tries, Andrea's Pinchers of Peril got the needle (so we thought). As I pulled the camera end of the scope from the cats esophagus, we only saw a thread but no needle!!! Andrea advanced the "Pinchers" and there it was!!!! We all cheered and high fived each other, some of us even hugged.
So you can see, with moments like that why I'd feel sad about leaving such an awesome hospital. I pray my next place is half as good as CVES.
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