Thanksgiving is almost here! Yippee do da day! Everyone tends to forget about this glorious holiday! They go from Oct 31 to Dec 25 in one day. Give it a rest. Let's enjoy turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce before we start jingling bells. I'm enjoying my Pumpkin Spice coffee right now from Starbucks. Yum! My fav. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin pie coffee creamer, egg nog, etc. I love it all, even pumpkin seeds.
Last week, I put in a good 56 hours of work, clinical, & school-estimating, of course. What will I ever do as a nurse? Either 3 12s or 7 8s. So I could work 3 days and be off for 4 or work 7, off 7. Both have their pros/cons. I'm still loving my job- probably attaching myself too much to the children, especially the ones that have been there for a long time.
Clinical last Friday consisted of little 'ole me in the back of a rescue truck for the fire department. The first call we received ended up being a code!!! I actually assisted in saving a life, which is rewarding! I was in control of the ambu bag for 20+ minutes! (Silly that I'm so excited!) I was so scared, but couldn't really show my nerves in front all these medics/firemen. It was an intense moment, I tell you. I accidentally let the four letter s word slip! It was under my breath, but the ambu bag came unhooked from the tube! I freaked out for a mini-second...then had to freak out that my language was inappropriate. Only one guy heard me, and he was a Donny Wahlberg look-a-like (meaning I didn't feel too bad b/c I just thought of New Kids on the Block!) He laughed as I apologized 32x, telling him not to tell anyone I said that! Hahha. The patient revived, thank goodness!
Pun Pun Pun. Oh, how I love thee. I thrive off of getting a pun in whenever I can during conversation. It's so gratifying that my brain can think of things so fast because I've never been that girl with the good comebacks. Growing up, I was probably more like the 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me ...blah blah"- knowing I over analyzed anything that could be the least bit critical! We were talking about 'boils' the other day. In the medical setting, mind you, no dignity, pride, shame is allowed. Words that would humiliate you to say become frequent vocabulary. Well, questions were being asked about the 'boil', so I spat off with, "Well, what it all boils down to..." Hahahahhahahah. Please laugh because that pun, my dear, is HILARIOUS!
GRACE is a word never used to describe me. No one has ever said I was graceful, nor have I ever thought of myself as graceful. You know, you dress all up, look like the classy lady you are, and then...you get toothpaste on your dress or deodorant on the side of your sweater. However, I will say that I never get spinach in my teeth, which is the 'ideal' embarrassment, right? Garbage sometimes flows from my mouth, and I want to shove it all back in instantly. Foot in mouth is a big problem of mine. Here goes:
In the wonderful world of Facebook, we all become a little overzealous, I shall say. We start finalizing relationships by our relationship status, comparing pictures from the weekend, and find out the latest gossip. I can recall a time of not knowing a girl that well, but we were looking at some Facebook pictures. There were a few of us joining in. She wants to show me the guy she likes and his new 'girl'. She shows me a picture, and I reassure her not to worry, that she's way prettier. Before I can get a full respiration in, she says, "That is me. I've just dyed my hair." Perfect, just perfect. Really, Megan? I was just playing by the rules. # 1- always make the girl feel better about herself! I try to say "OHHH, yeah, sorry, I couldn't really see the picture that well! You look good with brown hair."!!!! Hahah.
My roommate and I are going GREEN! Yay! We recycle all cardboard! (And I do mean all cardboard!) Some examples of boxes we recycle come from: Dt. Coke, Hot pockets, Dove bar soap, crackers, shoe boxes, cereal, Velveeta cheese, paper towel rolls an occasional brand of beer:), etc. MG even put a Milk Dud from our Halloween candy box in the pile! Hahah. We're a little overboard, but that's basically how I am in everything. We tried cans and plastic, but that's just kind of gross to have sitting in your apt. We'll try though. I hope all you guys are trying to recycle too!
I'm off to the state where everything is bigger! Texas here I come for 5 days! I cannot wait! I'm going for a wedding with my mom and grandma. Thank goodness I just updated my iPOD because 18hrs is a looooooong ride with the relatives! JK, but really. My grandma refuses to fly, which I respect because I'm not a huge fan either.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time I left my keys in ATL, and they had to be FedExed to me? It took 5 days, when it should have only taken 2. I noticed half way through our ride home. For some quirky reason, I took them out of my purse because we were going to a concert, and put them in a drawer. First of all, my car wasn't even there. Second, why would someone want to steal my keys? Third, of course, I forgot them. One time, I ordered some clothes from Forever21, my beloved. Being the bargain shopper that I am, I ended up w/ 5 dresses, sunglasses, & a cute shirt for $70!! Tell me that's not a deal! So much of a deal that the package never made it into my hands!! I waited on this package a.m. & p.m. so thrilled of my deal and all the weddings/showers/graduations coming up! Two wks after it's supposed to be arrival date, I track it with UPS. Oh, it's arrived at my apartment, and ended in some one's hands. You recall the roommate disaster, I hope. Needless to say, I never saw the dresses, and it took 2 months to get the money back. Some person or people are walking around in my clothes! AH! What thieves! I was devastated because I looking so forward to my purchase! Another hideous mail story: when I began my job, my first pay check was supposed to be a live check, meaning it was not direct deposit. Well, somehow, I get thrown in the handful of checks that get mailed out for some odd reason that month. A week later, no check, no mulah for me. I call pay roll, they tell me they can't cut me a check because it's a off week. Off week? Cut me a check-I'm in college!! The check was never received in the mail! Does the US Postal Service have it out for me or what?!?! To top it off, I had actually already received my 2nd check by the time they gave me my 1st check!!! I had to become a little testy with the pay roll lady. It being the 5th of the month, and my rent was due! I'm working on being more assertive though because that kind of stuff does not need to happen!
I need to hit the sack! Night!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Is it 855 or Is it 955?
This whole time change has got me all messed up! I can't decide what time it is or what time I want it to be. I feel really bad for people with seasonal depression or Sundowner's Syndrome. I don't like for it to be dark and gloomy; I can only imagine how they feel. Fall is a time in which I wish I lived in Maine or Massachusetts or Maryland...well, just any M-state in the northeast because of the leaf changing. North Alabama is a pretty ride, but I want to visit wherever they filmed Stepmom with Julia Roberts & Susan Sarandon. Wow...beautiful scenery. I sure bet Arizona feels out not gaining an extra hour of sleep for Daylight savings. Even more so because McCain isn't president. Ha. Dang! I keep trying to forget about it!
I'm in love with the kids I work with. If I wasn't so germophobic-obsessive-compulsive, I could start up a home for these little sick kids. I love them! I may be a little too attached, but that's better than being detached, you know? I'm learning/seeing a lot. I got excited today about moving a patient in a neck brace. I know it's silly and simple, but doing something in lab is so different than the real thing, especially when it's such a little human being.
Naturally we all have a soft spot for sick children. Most would say you need that special touch. Call me ethnocentric, but battling cancer from age 10-16ish, myself, shows me that kids are way more resilient. Preparing a 10 year old for surgery can go over much better than a 45yr old man stuck in his ways. I survived because I rolled with the punches and did what I was told. I would have taken the pain in my family's eyes in a heartbeat because their expressions were far worse than mine. I see that in so many of the brave little soldiers at the hospital. We know no different as children. I had experienced 8 years of life. I wasn't looking back saying, "I remember when..." As far as I knew, this was normal. By no means am I dusting off a child's illness. Just don't forget that they are resilient, much more than I could ever be now.
Fears. Phobias. Some genetic. Some acquired. My fear of vampires=acquired. I caught the scary parts of Interview with the Vampire, and that was all she wrote. Even Buffy and the Vampire did me in. AH! I slept on my back for three years in the middle of my twin bed with the covers wrapped as snugly as possible around my neck. Those vampires weren't getting me! I can remember even considering snatching up my Grandma's garlic gloves from her carport to hang on my bedpost. That's severe! Werewolves...even worse! Don't ever let your children watch Silver Bullet. A Priest at day, werewolf by night. Who thinks of these sick things?! I would watch my blinds at night praying that the werewolf would not jump through. What would praying do? The werewolf was a Priest!! hahah! Just kidding!!!!
I'll have nightmares tonight from reliving these horrid memories via my blog.
You know, when I don't look at the keyboard, I can type like a maniac. My GWAM is like 652 wpm (words per minute!!) However, as soon I even glance at my fingers I hit the backspace 112x out of that 652. Curazzzzzzzzy.
I'm tired. I'm living the life as a real adult this week...pulling 8 hour shifts all week between work, clinical, and class. Please, don't applaud.
I'm in love with the kids I work with. If I wasn't so germophobic-obsessive-compulsive, I could start up a home for these little sick kids. I love them! I may be a little too attached, but that's better than being detached, you know? I'm learning/seeing a lot. I got excited today about moving a patient in a neck brace. I know it's silly and simple, but doing something in lab is so different than the real thing, especially when it's such a little human being.
Naturally we all have a soft spot for sick children. Most would say you need that special touch. Call me ethnocentric, but battling cancer from age 10-16ish, myself, shows me that kids are way more resilient. Preparing a 10 year old for surgery can go over much better than a 45yr old man stuck in his ways. I survived because I rolled with the punches and did what I was told. I would have taken the pain in my family's eyes in a heartbeat because their expressions were far worse than mine. I see that in so many of the brave little soldiers at the hospital. We know no different as children. I had experienced 8 years of life. I wasn't looking back saying, "I remember when..." As far as I knew, this was normal. By no means am I dusting off a child's illness. Just don't forget that they are resilient, much more than I could ever be now.
Fears. Phobias. Some genetic. Some acquired. My fear of vampires=acquired. I caught the scary parts of Interview with the Vampire, and that was all she wrote. Even Buffy and the Vampire did me in. AH! I slept on my back for three years in the middle of my twin bed with the covers wrapped as snugly as possible around my neck. Those vampires weren't getting me! I can remember even considering snatching up my Grandma's garlic gloves from her carport to hang on my bedpost. That's severe! Werewolves...even worse! Don't ever let your children watch Silver Bullet. A Priest at day, werewolf by night. Who thinks of these sick things?! I would watch my blinds at night praying that the werewolf would not jump through. What would praying do? The werewolf was a Priest!! hahah! Just kidding!!!!
I'll have nightmares tonight from reliving these horrid memories via my blog.
You know, when I don't look at the keyboard, I can type like a maniac. My GWAM is like 652 wpm (words per minute!!) However, as soon I even glance at my fingers I hit the backspace 112x out of that 652. Curazzzzzzzzy.
I'm tired. I'm living the life as a real adult this week...pulling 8 hour shifts all week between work, clinical, and class. Please, don't applaud.
Friday, November 7, 2008
The Lamp of Learning...
Hello again.
Here I am, my first Friday off in a while. I attempted sleeping in, but my circadian rhythm is set at about 522-636a.m., so I woke up at 723a. I haven't really been sleeping well, though. The other night I woke up at 1159p in a frantic thinking I was late, then again at 155a and 400a. I will admit my bed feels more comfortable than it ever has before! OMG- I crawled in on Sunday night after a long week, and the comfortableness was so surreal. It's not like I haven't been sleeping on this bed for months now, but I've grown a new appreciation for it this week!
Politics-Smolitics. Yeah, yeah. Barack Obama is our President. Okay. May the 361+/- Electoral College votes prove me wrong. As we all know, politics is a sensitive subject, and it's iffy to bring it up. Well, if someone else brings it up to me, I will rebuttal, exercising my 1st Amendment. You know why? ...because I have not been given one legitimate reason for voting for Obama. All I've heard is, "It's time for a change." HELLO-any new president will be a change.
I went home to vote because I was worried my absentee ballot wouldn't come in time. Plus, I hadn't been home in 2+ months and was missing my roots. It was my first go at this voting thing since I was a month shy of 18 for Bush-Kerry, and the whole mix up of being registered in 2 places at once. I went in there, standing tall, praying everyone was voting for McCain. We have the paper ballots where you complete the arrow. (If you watched the news, you saw that West Palm Beach were having discrepancies with those arrows. They weren't sure how to feel them out. IDIOTS. There's an example at the top!! Go FL!!) Anyway, I stared at my ballot for which seemed like eternity, just frightened that my hand would somehow fill in the arrow for Obama-Biden, and that they wouldn't give me another ballot! After rechecking it 47 times, I completed my first ballot!!!!!!
Then, I run to Verizon to pick up a car charger. I run into the biggest jock football player from high school. Small talk...blah blah. Then, he asks who I voted for. Why dude? It was none of his business, but spreading my McCain-Palin love, I told him.
"McCain!?" (as if in shock) "Why not Barack Obama?"
"Because I'm not a democrat."
"OH, you must have that money, then?"
"No, that's a common misconception."
"Look at you writing that check."
Really, guy? I'm writing a check because I don't even have 20 bucks in cash. That doesn't indicate wealth.
"Actually, I just don't want to live in a socialist country."
"Aw naw, I'm not mad at you."
I'm thinking I don't care what you think. You're ignorant. Republicans are not full of all this money. Like we're running down the street throwing it in the air yelling "I've got money!!" We believe in working hard to get where we do, and come by it honestly.
This is why I can't keep my mouth shut anymore. People are SOOO mislead. I'm doing my part by trying to teach/advocate/persuade (hah...jk!)
At clinical the other day, I had a man who was a combat medic. He was laughing at us for using gloves for cholesterol checks because they never used them in Iraq. Granted, he was in the heat of the moment and didn't have time to don gloves, but I'm watching out for me! You would amazed at the grown men who were afraid of lancets. "I hate needles. Please don't hurt me." (I'm not mocking them, just surprised.) Needless to say, most of them told me they couldn't even feel it! Yeauh! Anyway, I thanked this militant for serving for our country. He asked if I vote yesterday. "Yes, of course, but it didn't do me that good." (Sorry, I was a little bitter!)
He comments back, "At least you're exercising the right that I fight to give you." Aw, it gives me chills thinking about it. That's what people forget. Thanks to these men & women of all ages that fight for us and the good of humankind. We look after another because we care, as we should. I thanked him again.
I would like for you guys to always thank anyone in uniform or who serves our country.
The time I learned to take the initiative:
One weekend as a little squirt, my dad decided to teach my sister and I initiative. That, or he was just too lazy to pick up the garbage! Jk Dad.
In the living room, there was a piece of garbage on the floor. I'm wondering where my mom was because she would not have allowed it to sit there. I'm pretty positive it sat there from Saturday to Sunday. We all walked past it a million times. Who finally picked it up?! Me. Duh. So then dad goes off on this tangent on how he was testing us to take the initiative. Whether he really was or not, I've always picked garbage off the floor from then on. At work, I constantly pick up things to throw away. I would be fantastic at community service! Hahha...let's hope that never happens!
Last Friday was not my night...as if any night is.
I wasn't completely dressed in my Halloween costume, so I asked my friend to run in the gas station for me. After about 2.6 minutes, my credit card is lost. Oh great! We search high and low. I have to rush home, cancel my card. ...And if you've ever tried to report a card/cancel one, they always ask for the card #! Really?! How can I give you the card # w/out the card! After 40+ minutes, I cancel it. We drive to my friends house for a Halloween party. I lock my keys, purse, cell phone in my car. Luckily she had Triple A. 2 hrs later, we go downtown. My friend says we don't have to pay to park because it's night time even though we see people paying. A few hours later, we return to the car with a BOOT on it! AH! Somebody break a piece off the Kit Kat bar! Cut me a break! They didn't take checks, so my friend had to pay. Actually, he kind of deserved to pay because he lost my card! Hahha..
Anyway, I should end this novel. I have much more to say! I'll try to write some more this week!
Love!
Here I am, my first Friday off in a while. I attempted sleeping in, but my circadian rhythm is set at about 522-636a.m., so I woke up at 723a. I haven't really been sleeping well, though. The other night I woke up at 1159p in a frantic thinking I was late, then again at 155a and 400a. I will admit my bed feels more comfortable than it ever has before! OMG- I crawled in on Sunday night after a long week, and the comfortableness was so surreal. It's not like I haven't been sleeping on this bed for months now, but I've grown a new appreciation for it this week!
Politics-Smolitics. Yeah, yeah. Barack Obama is our President. Okay. May the 361+/- Electoral College votes prove me wrong. As we all know, politics is a sensitive subject, and it's iffy to bring it up. Well, if someone else brings it up to me, I will rebuttal, exercising my 1st Amendment. You know why? ...because I have not been given one legitimate reason for voting for Obama. All I've heard is, "It's time for a change." HELLO-any new president will be a change.
I went home to vote because I was worried my absentee ballot wouldn't come in time. Plus, I hadn't been home in 2+ months and was missing my roots. It was my first go at this voting thing since I was a month shy of 18 for Bush-Kerry, and the whole mix up of being registered in 2 places at once. I went in there, standing tall, praying everyone was voting for McCain. We have the paper ballots where you complete the arrow. (If you watched the news, you saw that West Palm Beach were having discrepancies with those arrows. They weren't sure how to feel them out. IDIOTS. There's an example at the top!! Go FL!!) Anyway, I stared at my ballot for which seemed like eternity, just frightened that my hand would somehow fill in the arrow for Obama-Biden, and that they wouldn't give me another ballot! After rechecking it 47 times, I completed my first ballot!!!!!!
Then, I run to Verizon to pick up a car charger. I run into the biggest jock football player from high school. Small talk...blah blah. Then, he asks who I voted for. Why dude? It was none of his business, but spreading my McCain-Palin love, I told him.
"McCain!?" (as if in shock) "Why not Barack Obama?"
"Because I'm not a democrat."
"OH, you must have that money, then?"
"No, that's a common misconception."
"Look at you writing that check."
Really, guy? I'm writing a check because I don't even have 20 bucks in cash. That doesn't indicate wealth.
"Actually, I just don't want to live in a socialist country."
"Aw naw, I'm not mad at you."
I'm thinking I don't care what you think. You're ignorant. Republicans are not full of all this money. Like we're running down the street throwing it in the air yelling "I've got money!!" We believe in working hard to get where we do, and come by it honestly.
This is why I can't keep my mouth shut anymore. People are SOOO mislead. I'm doing my part by trying to teach/advocate/persuade (hah...jk!)
At clinical the other day, I had a man who was a combat medic. He was laughing at us for using gloves for cholesterol checks because they never used them in Iraq. Granted, he was in the heat of the moment and didn't have time to don gloves, but I'm watching out for me! You would amazed at the grown men who were afraid of lancets. "I hate needles. Please don't hurt me." (I'm not mocking them, just surprised.) Needless to say, most of them told me they couldn't even feel it! Yeauh! Anyway, I thanked this militant for serving for our country. He asked if I vote yesterday. "Yes, of course, but it didn't do me that good." (Sorry, I was a little bitter!)
He comments back, "At least you're exercising the right that I fight to give you." Aw, it gives me chills thinking about it. That's what people forget. Thanks to these men & women of all ages that fight for us and the good of humankind. We look after another because we care, as we should. I thanked him again.
I would like for you guys to always thank anyone in uniform or who serves our country.
The time I learned to take the initiative:
One weekend as a little squirt, my dad decided to teach my sister and I initiative. That, or he was just too lazy to pick up the garbage! Jk Dad.
In the living room, there was a piece of garbage on the floor. I'm wondering where my mom was because she would not have allowed it to sit there. I'm pretty positive it sat there from Saturday to Sunday. We all walked past it a million times. Who finally picked it up?! Me. Duh. So then dad goes off on this tangent on how he was testing us to take the initiative. Whether he really was or not, I've always picked garbage off the floor from then on. At work, I constantly pick up things to throw away. I would be fantastic at community service! Hahha...let's hope that never happens!
Last Friday was not my night...as if any night is.
I wasn't completely dressed in my Halloween costume, so I asked my friend to run in the gas station for me. After about 2.6 minutes, my credit card is lost. Oh great! We search high and low. I have to rush home, cancel my card. ...And if you've ever tried to report a card/cancel one, they always ask for the card #! Really?! How can I give you the card # w/out the card! After 40+ minutes, I cancel it. We drive to my friends house for a Halloween party. I lock my keys, purse, cell phone in my car. Luckily she had Triple A. 2 hrs later, we go downtown. My friend says we don't have to pay to park because it's night time even though we see people paying. A few hours later, we return to the car with a BOOT on it! AH! Somebody break a piece off the Kit Kat bar! Cut me a break! They didn't take checks, so my friend had to pay. Actually, he kind of deserved to pay because he lost my card! Hahha..
Anyway, I should end this novel. I have much more to say! I'll try to write some more this week!
Love!
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