nutmeg: End of an Exorcism Era

My last couple of days in St. Louis were some of the busiest. Emotionally. Physically. & Mentally.

After going out of town the past 2 weekends, working 2 jobs full time, coordinating goodbyes & interviews I was attempting to pack.

I didn’t start packing until Thursday night. What a nightmare. An emotionally charged one. But I’m putting a little more stock into faith these days with all my uncertainty.

After 3 hours of sleep, I got up Friday morning and clocked in for my last day at the Jesuit affiliated St. Alexius Hospital. A place known for its own nightmare. Remember that little movie called the Exorcist? Yea, that one. Well the real deal happened at St. Alexius Hospital.

Still hospital to 2 locked psych units, along with 2 medical floors and an ICU to cover, it was home to some of my busiest days. Emotionally. Physically. & Mentally.

After my last day, I went home for a skype interview, packed more stuff, & attended my going away party. And by Saturday evening my St. Louis/University life was confined to a 12’ yellow truck.

How odd. A perfect way to sum up my feelings of transient exhaustion.

Even odder was the pit-stop made half way home. I pulled my truck load of SLU in front of my past ISU coffeehouse hangout. What a mental conundrum.

And then, just like that, the yellow truck was on its way again. Back to its roots (even with that Indiana license plate..)

Now I am going through my entire life’s existence. Sifting through the clashing eras of stuff I’ve accumulated. Dating back to grade school. Growth moments a plenty. Brutal self reflection. I’m hoping I make it out of this torture soon. And hoping my stock in faith will pay off. Or I may have to return to St. Alexius Hospital…as a patient.