I was on call all weekend for my entire medical office, which made for a stressful weekend. it ended with a call waking me up at 6:10 this morning, a police officer informing me a patient died and asking if I would sign the death certificate. What a way to wake up. My anxiety has been riding high since then, I have a prn (as needed) medication I can take, but in true health care fashion I put off taking it as long as possible. I have a constant pressure in my chest, and I feel like i’m on the brink of tears. My hope is that i can shift that focus with a little gratitude:

Today I am grateful for my job. A place that aligns with my values, a place where i can learn and grow. A place that is understanding of people’s needs and families’ needs. I’m grateful for a paycheck every two weeks, grateful that money is not a stressor for me, I’m grateful for insurance and retirement and all of those things that a lot of people don’t have or struggle for. I’m grateful for an hour lunch when I can go for a walk or do yoga. I’m grateful for sick time and pto. I am grateful.