Good night caregiver

It's been a long time since I've blogged. Last quarter was much more stressful than I had anticipated and hit me in an emotional center that I wasn't prepared to defend.

Today was the first day of clinical for our new rotation. It was a good orientation and I'm excited to get started, however I've been sick for a couple days and am just drooping at this point. We got out a little early (shhhhh!) and I got a ride to the BART station. As I passed through the turnstile and rounded the attendant booth to head down to the train platform I heard a voice call out "Good night, caregiver". I stopped in my tracks.

Paused.

Realized that the attendant was talking to me! In all of my student nurse white scrubs glory, I am a caregiver.

Whaddya know about that?