Finally, a day off from the internship. Time to take a deep breath, relax, sleep in, enjoy the quiet. But no, I got up early and cleaned my house. I'm an idiot.
In truth, my house hasn't been really clean since Passover, when I hired a crew to clean the kitchen and bathrooms. To give you an idea, that took two people ALL DAY to do. Not proud of that fact, but trying to be honest here.
While the work at the hospital is screaming hard, I love it. I love the staff there (okay, one gal needs a little tweaking but I'm giving her slack for being a stranger in a strange land), and I hope they like me. They have been, for the most part, very supportive. They've sent me off to evaluate patients on my own, and that means interviewing the patients as well. I've had a lot of practice with Spanish lately.
Only five more weeks of this, and then it's on to food service. I wish I could continue with clinical, even though the hours are killing me. Either I leave my home at 5 am or 6:30 am each day (riding the bus or taking the car), and I'm not getting enough sleep. That is, unfortunately, affecting my ability to remember things. Like where I parked the car.
For now, I will relax into Shabbat, finishing an assignment for my internship class, hopefully catching up on my Tehillim. The beauty of taking the bus (which takes 2 hours) is that I can sit and read Tehillim to my heart's content. It's just trying to stay awake for the rest of the day that's the problem.