By Larry Puls @larrypulsauthor
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| Cervical Cancer; Embarrassing Moment |
A long day on my feet. Numerous surgeries, but
all of it a blessing. What else is there
to do before I leave this place? I wondered, scratching my head. Two dictations, a set of
charts to sign on my desk, a final talk with a family, those tasks remain. Living the dream. My desires turn toward home.
I dictate the final surgery while it remains fresh
on my mind. The charts, they could wait until morning. Home just got that
much closer. I make it up to the waiting room to chat with the last family of
the day. So many questions, but not enough answers until I have pathology reports back. Done. Just change
clothes, find the car, and I am off to that other half of my life, the family part. Leaving the final meeting, I find myself next to the public elevator, the one the hospital employees are not supposed to take. A good day. Maybe
I made a difference. I hope so anyway. Realizing that no one else is around, the
forbidden elevators entice me like like forbidden fruit, and they’re just five feet away. Who is going to know? I give
in. I hit the down button.
