elevator

so, my last post was about the stairs. i bragged about how many "sets" i had completed in a 12 hour shift, just for fun! well, today... today was not a stair day. i don't think i took the stairs once. i was TIRED. the elevator was calling me. it called in the morning on my way to work, when i went downstairs with a friend to get a 10 cent peppermint patty, and in the evening, on my way down and out of the hospital! big mistake!

i had waited for some of my fellow nurses to finish report so that we could walk to the garage together; it's always more fun to walk with company. so at 7:45, later than i like to stay at work, six of us got on the elevator to descend from the 8th floor to the 3rd. why we didn't all traipse down the steps, i cannot say. but, as we waited for the slow elevators to ding and pick us up, we talked about how one of our colleagues had recently gotten stuck for 15 minutes. just then, we piled in the elevator, and it began to plummet; the elevator shuttered to a stop and started to vibrate. it was crazy! we all looked at one another as if the hospital was haunted. how could that happen, especially just right after we had talked about it. thankfully, none of us panicked... and thankfully, there were two bright and strong gentleman nurses who pried the doors open. or perhaps i would still be there!