cats new adventure

well it has happened. the money well has started to dry up. the bills are still getting paid, but the tanks are low. I knew I needed to get a job, and that I could not spend my days just knitting. the thought of going back to be a nurse to people who didnt want my help,didnt care about getting better,or wanting the best care without paying for it was very unappealing. working in the ed opened my eyes to the dark side of the world. the general public wants something for nothing, good medical care despite not having the money to pay for it, and cheese and crackers too. I felt more like a waitress (and I have the most respect for my waitress friends) getting warm blankets and condiments only to make their stay more like a hotel than a hospital. dont get my wrong. I dont hate nursing. I love taking care of people that  who really need my help;those so sick that I really have to use all that I have learned in my career. Im not asking for bowing or kissing of my feet, but being thanked more often, being recognezed for all the good I have done and yet to do, always makes even the toughest job easier.
so I made the decision to NOT go back into nursing.  the adventure begins at the checkout at my local D&W.  I will still be in the public Eye, out there talking to them and helping them. but now I dont need to know what meds they are on, how long they have been sick or how bad their pain is. not that I dont care, I do, I just dont have enough care inside to care on the outside. my tanks are empty,there isnt enough for me to share with the public. maybe i'll go back, when I can know in my heart that I am ready to face the ills of the world, be able to listen with compassion and empathy. for now, im good to ask "did you find everything today"