Well hello there! For those of you who know me, It’s been awhile hasn’t it? For those of you who are new here, my name is Michelle. Some folks call me micey.
Where have I been? Out there 👉🏼 living life. Loving life. Hiking. Backpacking. Working. Encouraging. It’s been good. So very good that I haven’t been in here.
As you can see from my posts this summer, I’ve been in the wilderness a lot. I love it out there. But I realize I let the wilderness posts take over the blog and that’s not what the blog is supposed to be about. The blog is supposed to be about Jesus. Lifting his name up. So I’m refocusing the blog back on Him and encouraging you to seek Him.
That being said, I’m not going to turn this blog back into the compulsive writing project it was in the past. It became such a chore that I didn’t want to write anymore. Because really, who loves chores? Not me! Haha!
Anyway, I’m back. Ish. Haha! Watch this space as I pass on bits of encouragement that I find in the Word. Because make no mistake, my love for Jesus has not diminished by even a millimeter!
We live in a fast paced world. Everybody is always rushing somewhere. Get on any highway in America and watch people drive 10, 20 miles per hour over the speed limit.
I often wonder, where’s the fire?
This fast American pace has even bled its way into the healthcare system. Do more, with less, faster.
It makes me crazy! Because, when it comes to taking care of the sick, patience should be the order of the day.
The biggest pet peeve I have about working in surgery is the rushing, like we’re working on assembling cars instead of caring for people.
I have to constantly be the barrier between the providers who breathe down my neck to move faster and the patient who needs me to be methodical, careful, thorough, and patient.
It’s not an easy challenge to face.
This is day 13 of 31 days of five minute free writes. Be sure to head over to Kate’s blog to participate or read along or both.
I can only do one case at a time.
I say this to myself and others often. But there’s the thing. Sometimes all hell breaks loose and one case at a time turns into a mass casualty storm and there aren’t enough people to keep the ship floating.
That’s what happened this past weekend. I got called in to work Saturday evening. I was call 2. The storm has to be really big for that to happen. It means everybody who can be working is working. When I showed up, there were 3 emergencies with a couple more emergencies on the way! It was crazy!
Sunday night was no better. Trauma after trauma kept coming in waves. I didn’t think I would survive. The not so funny thing is I only had to navigate that storm for 48 hours. The storm of a trauma center never really ends. The rain just slows down to a drizzle until the next downpour.
This is day 12 of 31 days of five minute free writes. Be sure to head over to Kate’s blog to participate or read along or both.