Today one of my favorite patients went home. This noodle has been here for months and he always lit up my day (as well as 99% of the staff’s). He became a constant in my daily routine. Need a pick me up? Just walk down the hall to see this little man and watch his eyes light up as I walk in and say hello. Instant lift. I don’t care if I had the crappiest day, this guy could make everything alright just by blowing me one kiss. But now he’s gone. And although I KNOW I should be happy, my heart is still sad. So today I came home, laced up my running shoes, and I ran.
I am strategic. Usually before every run I am on mapmyrun.com (awesome website by the way) mapping out a run and factoring the exact mileage. But not today. Today I went out and decided to just run until running didn’t feel good anymore. And when I got to the point where my mind knew I should be tired, my legs told my mind to shut up and just run faster. And it felt amazing. I ran and I thought about my little man. I thought about the natural flow of working in a children’s hospital. Patients arrive, child life specialist becomes way too personally attached to patient, patient leaves. It’s bound to happen. But as I ran I thought happy thoughts for this noodle and his family. I thought about the excitement his siblings will have at finally having him home, of a normal routine that will hopefully soon develop in his life, and the happiness I felt at the fact that he is healthy and thriving. But I will miss this cutie and his daily love.
Brett continues to be my favorite person in the world by making me his super special banana cake tonight. Or as I like to call it: “banake.” Tomorrow the running club is upping their mileage and then celebrating by immediately going to Yogurt Land. Notice how everything always seems to circle back to food?? Whatevs, I can’t escape my sweet tooth.
Can you believe the week is already half over?? Craziness. Enjoy your Wednesday night! Just give me some cake and a new Modern Family episode and I know it’s going to be a good night.