One night you go to bed, thinking everything is the same, and the next morning you wake up not realizing that life might flip you on your head today.
During Sunday school last week, we talked about how life can turn on a dime, take you places you never expected to go or even to want to go, yet those changes were the start of something new and wonderful. Mindy talked about quitting her full-time job to open two Christian bookstores. Dawn talked about the time when their children were little and they moved to a new farmstead and lived in an old, run-down house in total need of gutting. Other people told other stories, and the common thread in all of them was that God had his hand in everything and the new situation turned out to be way better than the old, in the long run.
That same day, something happened that could change our lives, at least a little. A patient came into the ER in the hospital where David works as a lab tech, was treated, and sent back home. On Monday, she came back to the ER. They ordered a blood test that was sent to the lab. David said it was the kind of test that somebody puts into the machine but someone else might finish and report it out, not the kind of test that one tech works on from start to finish. In the lab manual, it says that particular test takes 30 minutes.
The test took 60 minutes to run, mostly because the lab is way understaffed and they were swamped that day. Because the results of that particular test were slow in reporting, the doctor said that the lab put the woman’s life in jeopardy. Not the ER the night before for sending her home, not the lab management for not reviewing its policy manuals, not the hospital for allowing the lab to continue in a precarious, understaffed way. The techs who ran the test were blamed. David’s “boss” came down hard on the lab, and the end result was that David came home totally frustrated and angry.
There’s a new mentality that seems quite popular, that of blaming the peon when things go badly. Look at how government workers are blamed when the policies of their department are questioned. And poor nurse Pham, it was all her fault for contracting Ebola because she did not wear her protective gear correctly. Oh, how the nurses organizations were up in arms over that one.
Anyway, the same day, Monday, David got a call from a former coworker who now lives and works in a nearby town. Their lab is short-staffed at the moment, too, and she basically offered David a job as lab manager.
Coincidence? God’s timing? That’s what I think. And to top it all off, David and I both have the same two days off this week, which rarely happens. Tomorrow we are driving to the new hospital “just to check it out.” Not making any decisions, just an out-of-town excursion on a beautiful fall day.
I don’t know what will happen. There are pros and cons for each option. David, though, has a history of jumping into things without thinking very carefully. Me, I have to consider all the options ten times before making a decision. Major points to consider: this hospital is a 45 minute drive, not a pleasant thought with winter coming. Move to said town? There’s the hassle of selling our house, leaving everything and everyone that is familiar and comfortable, and being 45 minutes farther away from my elderly father who still lives alone in his own home. If we move, I have to give up my job in this town, because I work for the city and I can’t live more than 8 miles outside of the city limits. And in my case, I love my job and my coworkers and I make good money for being only part-time.
But even if the minuses outweigh the pluses, God knows what we should be doing and as always, his timing is perfect. Isn’t it better to grow and change, even if it can be stressful? The alternative isn’t very exciting, even if it is much more comfortable. Tomorrow is out little excursion, and I’ll be sure to document exactly how it goes.