Origami (Scott Helman fanfic)

Getting There

Chapter 3

The next morning, I woke up and threw on my scrubs, and drove to work.
It was a Friday, and my last day of work for the week. It was my scheduled weekend off, but it was all the same to me. Brad was busy, and all my nurse friends were working the weekend too. I planned to stop by Elise's office to let her know I would go to Toronto the next week.
I knew why they decided to ask me to help choose the bew charting system. I had been involved in another committee at work a few years back. I was dedicated to it, worked hard, and produced the results they wanted. Thanks to that committee, the whole hospital has a new and efficient way of assessing palliative patients' needs, and accessing the support services required.

What the hospital didn't know, is that besides my interest in helping those patients, I would've done anything to get out of the house and away from Trevor and his mood swings. Living with that man was like walking on eggshells. He wasn't abusive or anything, he just lacked a passion for life. He seemed most content to sit around the house being miserable about life in general. He wasn't a happy person, and he was making me unhappy too. We grew apart. There was no big blow-up, no infidelity, no one thing that caused the breakup. And for the last couple years of our marriage, we didn't even fight. I think that we just didn't care enough to fight.

I got to work at 6:45am, just in time to get report from the night shift staff, and start working at 7am.
The morning passed uneventfully, and on my coffee break I stopped to see Elise. She reminded me that I would drive to Toronto Sunday afternoon, then spend the morning Monday to Thursday visiting four hospitals to see their electronic charting systems. Then I would have Friday to just hang out downtown Toronto. Orillia was only an hour and a half drive from Toronto, so I'd drive back home Friday evening.

Elise was ecstatic when I told her.
"Make the arrangements and give the receipts to the accounting department," she said. "They'll have a credit card for you to take by the time you leave today".
The rest of my shift flew by. As did a weekend full of crossword puzzles and Netflix.
Before I knew it, Sunday arrived.

I put my cute vintage suitcase in the backseat of my Jeep, lit up a cigarette, and started driving with the windows down and music cranked.
I got to the hotel about two hours later. Traffic was backed up on the 400 due to an accident.
At least I wasn't sent overseas. I never could sleep on airplanes. I couldn't sleep anywhere in public, for that matter. I was always so self-conscious about myself. Afraid that I'd snore or make some weird noise or drool while I slept.

I checked into the hotel, and spent the evening going over the notes and checklists to help decide on the best charting system for our little hospital.

Before going to bed, I set my alarm for the morning. I had to be at the first hospital at 9am. I also set an alarm for early afternoon to remind myself to text Brad about the festival. If I forgot and he missed seeing Sophie's Party, he would never let me live it down.