There are probably strange moments in any job. I remember in my first job realising the strangeness of picking chicken off of microwaved carcasses to be chopped up for sandwiches in a tiny back kitchen. It just struck me as very very odd. But today, while jammed in an operating table that had been lowered onto my hips (now bruised), with my arm in a strange man's armpit as his arm balanced on my breast, with tubes and machines that go ping everywhere, I realised I probably work in one of the weirdest professions in the world.
I am very tired, my feet hurt, and Bingley cracked my back tonight and I swear I grew 3cm, but I helped cut out cancers today.
Theres's not much esle I can say after that. I'm too tired to be eloquent. But when I stumbled through the door tonight, after doing that awesome lifesaving stuff, the Elfling was waiting up for me to read the very last chapter of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. And best of all, as we finished the story, she laughed out loud at the ridiculous Gilderoy Lockhart. And I was so glad that I am a Mum too.
10 days to go!