You see, my job requires me to be on call ever so often. This year, it was my turn to do 4th of July. This holiday has a much more ominous ring when you work in the operating room of the level 1 trauma center for a 5 state radius. People are dumb, 'nuff said.
For those who have asked me what I do, you know I often give cagey answers. Such as I work in an operating room. If you really press me, I'll tell you I'm an Electro-Neurodiagnostic Tecnician, and hope you won't ask what that means. Why? My job is hard to explain. It's not terribly mainstream or out in the public eye. The UW system (Harborview, Children's an UW) has only 12 people who do my job.
So, here it is, what I do accordong to Wikipedia. I know, it sounds like a lot. Here is another one.
One might ask how I came to do this job. Well, this all goes back to when your parents told you to go to college because having a degree will get you a job. You see, I really wanted to be a vet. I got my BS is biology and went to Ross Veterinary school in the caribbean. I started vet school at the age of 20. Between personal and medical issues, I didn't finish. So, I needed something to do. After working some jobs I hated, my friend got me a job as a sleep tech. I will forever be indebted to Jenny for this. After 6 years, the sleep field got really boring, and there was a job in a related field open. So, that is the long and short of it.
For the weekend of the 4th, I.worked 40 hours of overtime, and got 13 hours of sleep. It was a bit crazy. I'll clean this up later as I am on the bus posting from my phone.
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