Yes, I Cried.

Tonight was my last night at work. I'm not sure where I'll be when I'm done with the Peace Corps. I don't know if I'll come back here. It was a great last night, though. I'm sweaty, my back is killing me, my pee is dark yellow from dehydration, and I ate chocolate cake, ice cream, and chips and salsa for lunch. That's a good lunch, right? The only reason we had time for that was because we were celebrating me leaving. Then I got to do two emergency C-Sections and a delivery all in about four hours time. Yaayy!!! It was chaotic bliss... Actually, I was in the OR coming down from the high of the first crash section when I got really teary-eyed. I love being a part of saving lives like that. I love it when it all just falls into place. We are watched over on L&D. Things are always going crazy, but there's a little undercurrent of calm that the chaos rides on. Even when it doesn't all turn out roses. It's still there. I guess it's hard to not feel that kind of peace in a place where the veil feels so thin sometimes. I am going to miss that so much. I don't think I'll have those great big adrenaline highs in the Peace Corps, but I do hope I'll feel this good about the last two years of my life when it's all over. P.S. We definitely did not eat that food sitting at the desk. We definitely took it into the breakroom (on our lunch breaks) and ate it sitting down with our feet propped up. Just in case JHCO wants to know.