dreaming about the ER...

I had a dream last night...

I was hanging out with my sister in law and she was telling me that her heart was beating in an irregular rhythm and is was going pretty fast. I told her that there were a few things that could be going on. She could just be having PVC's or PAC's (premature ventricular or atrial complexes) which are basically benign palpitations of your heart. Or she be in a rhythm called atrial fibrillation that could be potentially life threatening. If she was in atrial fibrillation (or Afib for short) it needed to be taken care of right away with IV medication or the blood would not pump through her body the way that it should and she could end up having a stroke or something. Then she started crying... all she heard me say is that she could end up having a stroke. I told her that the only way to know was to get to the hospital and have an EKG done and then she would know...

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Then I woke up... and I realized that I spend WAYYYYY too much time at work!

I feel like all I do is work, or think about work, and now I'm dreaming about work!! I live/work in the Emergency Room. Sheesh. I long for the day that I dream about knitting a sweater or running in a race or something like that.

I really love my job. It is so interesting to be there and to learn all these things that I've learned. But I do spend a lot of time there. Which brings me to a whole different reality.

I work around doctors and westernized medicine everyday. Part of me thinks that I should go back to school and become a nurse, or a PA, or something like that. But when I come home everyday, I use my lemon grass oil and take my fish oil and probiotics. The only "daily medication" I take are herbal supplements and high doses of vitamin C. Before a long car ride I pop some ginger pills and I treat my allergies with a nettie pot and humidifier.

I don't know if I could be a PA. I don't know what type of medical job would allow me to "preach what I actually practice". This is a field that I really love and enjoy... but I'm torn.

My days in the ER are numbered because we are planning on moving sometime in the next few months. But I really am grateful for everything I've learned there. I don't want to waste it, but I don't know what to do with it either. I have time to figure it out. I'm hoping that my old boss will hire me back and let me be a stay at home mom again.

I think he will... because he says that I'm his best girl. And he doesn't care if I prefer westernized medicine or natural medicine, as long as I take him to the park and make shadow puppets on the wall before bed he's up for whatever.

Yes... maybe it is time for that type of a job again...