The end of a(n) [almost] decade

So after 6 years, I quit my job. For about 2 weeks leading up to my last day I was having major second thoughts. I love(d) this job. I'm really not gonna work here anymore? Blah, blah. It was sad. I was trying to figure out how I could fit this job in in-between the other 3 I currently have (yes, that's 4 jobs yo).

But Saturday August 18 was my last day. Turns out, Saturday was also my good friend Sarah's last day too. We started together (well she started a month before me) 6 years ago, and 6 years later we were leaving together to pursue our dreams. Sarah is moving to England and I am working as a nurse.

Saturday was fine. We ordered food and brought treats to share. We laughed, and reminisced, and I left. It was sad but honestly, it was a relief. For the past year I have been unhappy there. The company has changed. They are heading in a direction I don't care to follow. Our morals, values, and standards no longer match up. Hot Dog is just different. 5-6 years ago, it was the best job. I had 9 sisters and we loved each other. But now, I'm burned out and I'm ready to go.

So now you're probably wondering what I'm doing now,eh? I'm the new diabetic care nurse for OncCare Home Health and Hospice. I check my patients blood sugar, and prepare and administer insulin. That's it. I have 9 patients but I see some of them 2-3x a day. It's only been a week and I have fallen in love with them. I try not to play favorites, but man my first patient I.am.in.love.

I love being a nurse. I love my job. I can't believe I get to do this for the rest of my life. Thinking of all the different people I get to meet and care for and love? This is awesome!