tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191426252024-03-12T22:42:14.072-07:00Where Do I Go From Here?<center>I'm an ER RN. I'm embarking on a new education, career, and adventure to become a Nurse Practitioner.<p>Welcome to the chaos I call LIFE.</p></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-32151770478972466682013-05-06T23:43:00.003-07:002013-05-06T23:47:03.749-07:00Monday - And I'm Too Tired For This Entry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm sure I have many deep and thoughtful things to say today but the fact is I am just too darn tired to contemplate the universe. I only slept about 1.5hrs this morning after I dropped Caleb off at school. I had many errands and appointments, plus I had to finish my paper. I really haven't stopped all day. So even though I know you have been looking forward to my wonderful posts, I am just going to have to disappoint you my friends.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-21553077681748685272013-05-05T22:35:00.000-07:002013-05-05T22:40:04.993-07:00Sunday - And I'd Rather Be a Problem Solver<br />
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We've often seen the picture and the accompanying question
of “is the glass half-full or half-empty”.
I always thought I was an optimist thinking that the glass was half-full
and life is filled with many opportunities and promises. That is, until my demotion. I found myself constantly thinking bleakly
regarding my current state of affairs and looking into a foggy horizon. How to turn this around?</div>
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Most of the time we are quite unaware of our optimism or pessimism,
or exactly what we are doing in our lives or the direction we are taking,
unless someone kindly points it out to us.
But our attitudes affect our actions and our thoughts and more directly,
what is visualized or not, and what we do or don’t do. We, quite unintentionally, assume what we are
thinking or how we are acting, is the truth, but most of the time it is an
altered reality.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Take for instance my demotion. I cried and moaned about how everyone was
against me and that I was worthless despite knowing intuitively that this was
simply not true. Then I received a text
from a one of my fellow nurses simply stating “you have true friends here, not
as vocal or out front, but often times much more loyal”. I think I must have cried a whole bucket load
of tears.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We can pay a high price for mistaken assumptions and
ignoring the richness and promises of any given situation. The fallout can discolor our lives without
any awareness that this is happening, never quite knowing where we are or where
we should be. Allowing our disbelief and fears to control our actions and clouding the possibilities of tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My current situation has certainly given cause for me to
re-examine who I thought where my friends, who I thought I could trust, and to
lift the veil of assumption to the clearer path of knowledge. I’d like to think it has also spurred me to
taking action on some issues that have lain in the background, such as clearing
the cobwebs of my debt and lightening my financial responsibilities.<o:p></o:p></div>
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How do I plan on reducing debts if my income is
reduced? Simply put…cut the bacon fat,
get rid of excesses, live on what is necessary and not on what is a luxury. I’m paying off bills now, not going to buy a
new car when mine is paid for in a few months, and moving from a 3-bedroom town home to a 2-bedroom one. Basically
my plan is to not incur new debts. So
you see, I can continue to wallow in self-pity, bemoan my current fate, or I
can seize the opportunity to not only see the glass half-full but formulate a
plan to have a simpler, less stress-field life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From now on I’d like to see myself as a problem solver.</div>
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Ciao! De :)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-31329326858655926982013-05-05T18:21:00.000-07:002013-05-05T18:21:17.792-07:00Sunday - And Taking a School Break for the Sunday Seven #392<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What couldn't you do without? Beyond the obvious choices
like water, food, oxygen and other necessities that are so necessary that life
literally can’t occur without them?<o:p></o:p><br />
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That’s the list for this week. Are there seven things you
can come with that you’d have a hard time doing without? I've made my list. I
invite you to do the same.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Without further ado, here is mine:</div>
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<b>7 Things I Feel I Couldn't Do Without</b><o:p></o:p><br />
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<b>1. God</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I think this will be a lot of people's number 1, I could be
wrong though. My faith is very important
to me. I may not splash it all across my
blog or Facebook, or throw it in your face, but I do believe in God and He is
what gets me through everything...good and bad.</div>
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<b>2. Family</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I've always been close to my parents and siblings, some more
at different times in my life than others.
I would hate to not be able to keep in touch with any of them. Living in different states does tend to make
it difficult, but through the modern miracles of technology we manage.<br />
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<b>3. My Boyfriend</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I am very fortunate to have found a man with whom I get
along with so well, who knows me and loves me despite my many flaws. I treasure this man more than anyone I've
ever been involved with and would be devastated if I lose contact with
him. He is my rock.<br />
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<b>4. My Friends</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I have been very fortunate to have some very solid
friendships and to have friends who will weather any storm with me. They are with me good and bad, and we have
many silly, fun, and sometimes tearful escapades.<br />
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<b>5. My Cat</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I love my cat even though she annoys the ever living snot
out of me at times and sleeps with her butt in my face. She is my constant companion.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<b>6. The Internet</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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It almost escapes my mind to think of life without the
internet, I know my children have certainly never experienced this phenomenon. The internet is always on and a constant link
with so many I value in addition to the world at large.<br />
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<b>7. Television</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I would have to say that television is my second constant
companion whether I'm watching it or not, it's always on in the background and
makes a warmer home.</div>
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How about you? Can you name things you couldn't do
without? <b>Play along and post your
answers at <a href="http://www.patrickkphillips.com/2013/05/05/sunday-seven-392/" target="_blank">Patrick's Place</a>.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-51346188378487085412013-05-04T22:00:00.005-07:002013-05-04T22:00:45.266-07:00Saturday - And it's a Double Entry Day - Saturday Six #473I used to play this meme from <a href="http://www.patrickkphillips.com/2013/05/04/saturday-six-473/" target="_blank">Patrick's Place</a> several years ago when I used to routinely journal. Thought I'd give it another whorl.<div>
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1. <span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">If you
had to get up in front of a room of strangers, which of these would you be
LEAST comfortable admitting: your true age, your true weight or your true
income?</span> <span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Oh gosh easy hands down….my
true age! I tell everyone I’m 29 (even
though they know I’m not) and I hate thinking about getting older, but then who
does?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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2. <span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">Which of
those three would you be MOST comfortable admitting to the same crowd?</span> <span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Hmmmmm….my income? Difficult decision. No woman likes to talk about her age or her
weight.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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3. <span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">If you
knew when your last meal was going to happen, what would you like to have on
the menu?</span> <span style="color: #d5a6bd;">A nice steak, potatoes,
salad, and a great red wine.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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4. <span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">Who are
you most concerned about disappointing? </span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Myself.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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5. <span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">What’s
the toughest job you've ever had?</span>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Oh gosh, being a Mother. You
never want to fail at raising your children to be the best they can be with
great morals and ethics.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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6. <span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">What
event scared you more than anything else you've experienced?</span> <span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I couldn't find my daughter one evening and
thought she had been kidnapped. She had
been playing with one of the neighbor kids and was not allowed out in the front
yard unsupervised, but I couldn't find her in the house or the back yard. I looked all around, called the neighbors,
was about to dial 911 when I saw her in the backyard playing along the side of
the house with a frog. I remember
throwing up once I realized she was safe.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-51007817921787826522013-05-04T21:34:00.000-07:002013-05-04T21:39:16.467-07:00Saturday - And I Still Wish I Were Pepper Potts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm going to take a break from being self-absorbed and talk about <span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1300854/" target="_blank">Ironman 3</a></span>. Went and saw this today with Caleb and it is well worth the wait, worth the money, and the only thing I wish was different was that I wish we could have seen it in IMAX but it was sold out. The story is much better than the second movie where I think the producers kind of let quality go due to making The Avengers at the same time. That being said, I'd pay to see this movie again, and I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact Robert Downey, Jr. is starring front and center, haha.<br />
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I won't spoil this for you, but if you go see the movie, make sure you stay until after the very, very long credits. There is a scene that gives a clue for what is coming up next. I didn't get it at first, but I figured it out while writing this entry. That's all I'm going to say though, don't want to ruin anything for you.<br />
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I remember doing a post about the original Ironman movie when it came out about 5 or 6 years ago and I think I titled it "I wish I were Pepper Potts". Yep...still wishing that! To have a hero who worships you has to be every girl's dream. And no matter how much is fantasy, we all need a hero in our life, in some form.<br />
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Here's to pleasant dreams!<br />
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Ciao! De :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-36045037293397714602013-05-03T23:24:00.000-07:002013-05-03T23:24:07.671-07:00Friday - And I'm Trying to Pause<br />
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If you are like me, it is easy to become preoccupied with
the past, with certain events, until the memories are intertwined in the
present and your everyday life until it becomes more and more difficult to
separate the past and present, and let that moment go and move forward. We become focused on those past events, with
what has already happened, which makes it very hard to focus on the
future. We keep looking for ways to
change things and move to a better, happier place, yet we don’t let go of what
is holding us back. Clinging to the past
only keeps us there and restricts our happiness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can clearly acknowledge that I am clinging to the “past
event” of being demoted and the feelings leading up to and surround this
event. I am very much aware of my
feelings being projected and affecting how I not only function at work, but at
home as well. I am walling myself off at
work, “hiding out”, not engaging as much as I normally would, and basically going
into self-protect mode.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My home life is affected as well. Take the other night for instance, I was
spending some rare quality time with my boyfriend and became offended by
something I perceived he did (or didn't do), something I would normally not
have even noticed or put much weight behind, but yet that night it bothered me,
a lot. Now let me say this, my boyfriend
and I get along very well, we almost never disagree or have had a fight in
three years, so for me to get upset is very unusual. When I realized what I was doing I couldn't stop crying and all I could say was “I’m sorry, ever since this stupid demotion
I question everything and everyone, even you, and I know who you are, love you and
trust you, and I still question. I feel like my life is spiraling out of
control.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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This revelation caused me to pause. I do NOT want to allow this woman who
targeted me and eventually got me demoted to win, and I do NOT want this single
event in my life to take over and control my thoughts and actions forever. I know that there are moments and days that
are worse than others, and I know that there will continue to be those moments,
but, as I've already said, there are much worse things than being demoted. So why do I feel so demoralized? So defeated?
So beat up? So…small? Well that is what I am hoping to examine and
discover by journaling and exploring my feelings. It’s helped me in the past, and I’m hopeful
it will help me now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So right now what I want to do is pause, think about this
experience, let it sink in, let me feel my emotions, let those emotions bloom,
produce fruit, harvest, drop from the tree, then wither, die, and blow away
into the past and stay there. I want to
learn from this experience, come to know it better, but I also want go forward. I don’t want to stay in the place of being
upset and suspicious. I want to trust
and love and live fully in the present.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-8669640646155887492013-05-02T00:25:00.000-07:002013-05-02T00:25:27.515-07:00Early Thursday - And I’m At the Crossroad<br />
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So, as I've already mentioned, there has been a change in my
job position, and not only did my position change, but after 18 years of
working nights, I have changed shifts as well.
And no, before you faint dead away from shock, I did not switch to day
shift…well not entirely. I now work the
mid-shift, you know the shift that merges between the two, the one that begins
when it’s just getting busy and ends when it’s still busy. It’s kind of a half-life I like to think, the
one that merges two different mind sets and ideas and ways of thinking and
working. And honestly, it’s the hardest
shift to work because you almost never get a down time, and you have to work with
everyone, including the “white coats” as I like to call administration.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the midst of all the anger and hurt of my demotion I felt
I needed some amount of control and I couldn't seem to find it. My boyfriend said “think of what you want,
but don’t give anything away if you don’t have to, but be prepared.” That proved to be very good advice and I went
into the meeting armed with what I wanted and what I expected to happen when I
went back to work. And even though I lost
my position, I gained a shift that I wanted, a shift that would ultimately work
better for me in the long run with school and my family. A shift that would place me working more with
people who appreciated me, and less with those who took advantage of me and disrespected
me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So whether we like it or not, each moment we have is really all we are
given to work with on any given day. It
is really too easy to go about our lives forgetting where we are, where we have
been, and where we are headed. With
every moment we find ourselves potentially at a crossroad of events in our
lives, a moment that hangs on the here and on the now, and it’s very easy to
get lost in a fog of forgetfulness of where we need to be and what we need to
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Today, I choose to focus on the positive. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, and I’m
not saying I’m not going to get upset or depressed or have feelings of
hopelessness. But what I am saying is at the crossroads of here and now, I am going plan on getting up
each day and going to bed each night with a clear goal of focusing on all the
infinite possibilities that lay ahead for me and to use the negative events as
a catalyst to get me…...there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-38944036503320275542013-05-01T01:22:00.000-07:002013-05-01T01:22:12.652-07:00Early Wednesay - And I Am There<br />
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I’ve been demoted…so what?
What’s worse? Not having a
job. Not having my health. Not having my family. Not having my boyfriend. Not having a place to live or food to eat or
clothes to wear. There is worse than
being demoted. So why does it consume my
every waking/sleeping thought and make me feel like the world is about to
spiral out of control? <i>That</i> is the question.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like it or not, this is where I am in my life right
now. But an even better question is
where I will be in my life tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year. Well I can tell you that in two days I will
be starting another class in my quest to become a nurse practitioner. In 2 months I will have finished that class
and about to begin another one. Two
months after that? I will be starting my
clinicals, which is the beginning to the end of this phase of my life and
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Did anyone just catch what I said….MOVING FORWARD. That’s right, moving forward past the
demotion, past the depression and despair, past the feeling of failure and
inadequacy. Past the bitch who made it
her mission to demoralize me, past the negative environment created by
her. I will be moving past and forward
to what is waiting for me…and whatever it is, it is infinitely better than her and
than this place of being upset.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-84490914100858630292013-04-30T11:25:00.002-07:002013-04-30T11:40:40.896-07:00Tuesday - And I'm Pretty Much Hating Right Now<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>HATE</b>, it's a four letter word. It can adequately express how you feel and consume every waking & sleeping thought. It's a strong word. I feel like it really describes how I'm feeling right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The dictionary defines hate as "to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest". After carefully considering the definition, I pause for a brief few minutes and think...<i>yep, that's definitely how I feel</i>. So what has brought me to this emotion? The better question is "who". The answer is my clinical manager. She is a woman who seems to have no other purpose in life except to make someone else miserable even if it means she is unprofessional.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take today for instance. I wake up early, get ready, go to my computer training class for the new charting program, and not only is there not a space for me, I'm off the list. I go back to my department and see that there is a new revised list since my last shift and I'm rescheduled for tomorrow. Not a phone call, not a change noted in the computerized schedule, nothing. Not only that, I'm scheduled to be working in the ER during the class time. How am I supposed to be two places at once?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I place a phone call. What does she say? "I posted the changes over the weekend." I wasn't there I say. "Not my problem" is her reply. Well you could've called me I suggested. She said again "look it's not my problem you weren't at work to know about the changes." Well I'm still in the computer as scheduled for class today. "Again, not my problem." Well who's it is then? Oh yeah, apparently mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a woman who has single-handily made it her mission to fire me or get me to quit after I stood up to her on the first day she was in her new position when she threatened and attempted to bully me into "you will respect me I demand it". Ever since then she has made it virtually impossible for me to go a week without antagonizing me in some way or writing me up, until finally a few weeks ago I was demoted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So here is my quandary How can I <i>not</i> feel hate towards her? I don't know, but I'm working on that because this woman is <i><b>definitely not</b></i> worthy of consuming me.</span><br />
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</a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, I think I will make this short and sweet because I am actually getting tired, must be the glass of wine I'm enjoying cause my nerves are shot.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ciao! De ;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0Phoenix, AZ, USA33.4483771 -112.0740372999999933.133222100000005 -112.27304229999999 33.7635321 -111.87503229999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-81897622436553223352012-02-27T02:46:00.002-07:002012-02-27T03:10:06.084-07:00Monday - And It's a Wee Bit Early<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsqpT1kA0uajtDEqXOwctmW7RbubsIGqtDmTNfkW78AsJJ_yh0JmXcKL_MPTmg-3dGDUBDPq2SiU2BUR2mRtA3kJz4tlkK5tfHOXFiN4NtYBLPkdfXPKu9q4-O8dXunZY-sGz/s1600/new+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsqpT1kA0uajtDEqXOwctmW7RbubsIGqtDmTNfkW78AsJJ_yh0JmXcKL_MPTmg-3dGDUBDPq2SiU2BUR2mRtA3kJz4tlkK5tfHOXFiN4NtYBLPkdfXPKu9q4-O8dXunZY-sGz/s320/new+life.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wow! Almost 3yrs exactly since I've posted here, so a bit of a leave of absence yes? Just browsed through a few entries and memories just come flooding back, some good, some bad, but all represent my life and the ups/downs that have come with it.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Been out on my own now for 4 years, legally divorced, and about to embark on a new career. Hopefully this May I will begin Nurse Practitioner school and will be out and working in about 24-36 months or thereabouts. Kinda scary, kinda exciting. Haven't been in school for *gasp* 17 years! Where has the time gone?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another major event of recent? I just had surgery on my right ear to hopefully improve my hearing. Very risky on several fronts, the least of which I could end up totally deaf in that ear instead of an improvement or remaining the same. I've had this done before, on my left ear with great results, but it hasn't been a week yet and I'm concerned. This surgery, or rather the immediate results, are completely different. The first time I could immediately tell the difference and sound was very painful, and I was extremely dizzy for about a week. This time around? No sound whatsoever and my ear feels more painful and swollen. No dizziness at first, but transient dizziness now with periodic ringing in my ear for hours. So I really have no clue as how to judge the success, or rather the potential success of this surgery. I have my first post-op tomorrow so I guess I will get a better idea.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, I was already supposed to be asleep, so I had better sign off for now and for the first time since 2009. So without further ado...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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De ;)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com0Phoenix, AZ, USA33.4483771 -112.0740372999999933.133222100000005 -112.27304229999999 33.7635321 -111.87503229999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-7916067051019265152009-03-03T18:00:00.004-07:002009-03-03T18:16:38.110-07:00Tuesday - And Chivalry is Dead (Well Almost)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKbgxC4RLu8jQEHZWdzfmK7wLJdPKL7NWFFheAPF616nMmLjb0V8y6h-9fJ3-vc4yx9taGSKCRKMCQlop4ajX2jJBVgwomZn7g5x2-C_aPoZJVNHAvNNCTP5_ma9B3E-1YURA/s1600-h/knights_of_light_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKbgxC4RLu8jQEHZWdzfmK7wLJdPKL7NWFFheAPF616nMmLjb0V8y6h-9fJ3-vc4yx9taGSKCRKMCQlop4ajX2jJBVgwomZn7g5x2-C_aPoZJVNHAvNNCTP5_ma9B3E-1YURA/s200/knights_of_light_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309131306923602770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am fairly convinced that chivalry is dead.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had a treadmill delivered today and expected to have it placed in my living room. I walked out to meet the guy in his truck, escorted him to my apartment, opened the door and he said "you know I don't go inside don't you?". I was initially dumbfounded. I said "What?". He said "I drop this at the door." Um dude," I paid for you to put it in my living room not my door." I could see him eying the stairs. This guy flat out refused to take the treadmill up the stairs for me. I said "what part of my 120lbs do you think can lift a 200lb treadmill up a flight of stairs?" He said "well I will put it inside the door." He barely did that and turned around to say something and I just slammed the door on him. I mean seriously, what happened to helping a female in distress or just plain doing your job? The only satisfaction i got was getting my delivery charge refunded. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Geesh</span>!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So here I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">furious</span> and having tears in my eyes with no way to get a 200lb treadmill up the stairs. So, even though I barely know my neighbor I braved the cold, dark world and knocked. Despite the fact I said the treadmill was 200lbs, my neighbor was "happy to oblige". Together we huffed and puffed that darn thing up the stairs and I even fell down on my butt doing it, but it's up here now! Thank goodness my neighbor helped me cause I was about to lose all hope in mankind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hope your day has you encountering knights in shinning armor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ciao! De ;)</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-80925768425094503192009-03-01T12:10:00.005-07:002009-03-01T12:21:35.212-07:00Sunday - And When "We Plan, God Laughs"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9LprWWU3te9GoSRIdgj9t77oiivIXPcwxOexaLkRB19jHZEPYyw67wbKzvu-4UvkuQ9d8euifcofMi40jxWEOkndmzUWDZ5aiKc_ht_4i7Yxgh7oaTcjO5q4iyRGWH8TVJcw/s1600-h/300px-Hands_of_God_and_Adam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9LprWWU3te9GoSRIdgj9t77oiivIXPcwxOexaLkRB19jHZEPYyw67wbKzvu-4UvkuQ9d8euifcofMi40jxWEOkndmzUWDZ5aiKc_ht_4i7Yxgh7oaTcjO5q4iyRGWH8TVJcw/s200/300px-Hands_of_God_and_Adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308299051633681074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Let me just start out by saying I did not sleep very well yesterday in-between shifts. Had trouble going to sleep, had trouble staying asleep and just plain gave up after waking up for the millionth time about 2:30pm. I was zoning out while getting ready for work and praying to God for an easy work night. "You know I'm tired God, can I please have a pleasant evening at work?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As Clinical Coordinator (i.e. Charge Nurse) I'm not supposed to take a patient load so I can "manage the flow of the ER". I usually do what we call "SWAT", which boils down to "EVERYTHING". I know for a fact I run more and work harder in this position than if I were to have a room assignment, but it really is the best way to keep track of everything in the ER. But, sometimes I want a room assignment. Sometimes I want more than just 5minutes face time with a patient. Sometimes I don't want to know everything that is going on everywhere. So that sometimes was last night, and I was hoping for a relatively good night...but God laughed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well to be perfectly fair to God, I kinda did it to myself. I KNOW that every single time I assign myself the Code Room (which we keep mainly empty for that specific occasion) I am going to get a critical patient. I KNOW this, yet I gave myself that room. In all fairness I was hoping that I would be like the majority of other people and have an off night where that room mainly stayed empty...but then God laughed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So my first patient was a 79-yr old man with complaint of difficulty breathing that I had initially assigned another room, but by the time her arrived in the ambulance he was in severe respiratory distress and had a critically high blood pressure. I was thinking we might have to intubate him and put him on a ventilator, but within 30minutes of arrival he did a remarkable turn around and ended up being very stable. He got diagnosed with a new onset of congestive heart failure (too much flood on the heart/lungs) and went to a regular cardiac monitored hospital bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I really had barely gotten my first patient admitted and had the room cleaned when we got the call about another elderly man having difficulty breathing. My first question was is he in distress. Oh no, he has an asthma history and we are giving him a couple of breathing treatments and we’ll be right in. So in they come and what do you think? Yep…back into my room in severe, critical respiratory distress. Now this 73yr old man was really much, much worse than my first patient. He was breathing so hard and his heart was working so hard that we immediately prepared to intubate him. We got the medications all pulled out and drawn up, had the intubation equipment all laid out, had the ventilator machine at the ready, when my little man began improving slowly but surely. Now he went to the ICU but what a different picture he presented. When he arrived, the patient was pale, diaphoretic (sweaty to you and me), and abdomen heaving just to push air into his lungs, eyes rolled back into his head and only able to grunt. Now it took about an hour for the tide to change, but it really was nothing short of a miracle that this man did not get intubated or die. But you want to hear something funny? After the patient was better and resting quietly, I was helping him with some ice chips and he kept asking me a question I couldn’t understand so I lifted the mask off his face ever so slightly and he said “where is your accent from?” Now I really had to laugh because seriously this man almost died and he wants to know where I am from? So that is what I told him... and then said…Texas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now, despite the fact that I spent over half my shift in this one room with two different severely ill patients, I did have three other rooms. Several of which had patients that needed a bunch of orders completed, whether it was drawing blood, starting IVs, giving medications, helping splint broken bones, making sure one more drunk doesn’t die of alcohol poisoning, etc…I had three other rooms. Yep, I thought it would be an okay night considering the fact we saw over 100 patients the night before (I mean who was left to check in, right?)…but then God laughed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You know I’ve often thought about why I always get the critically ill patients when I have the Code Room. In the past I’ve crossed my fingers and help my breath hoping NOT to get that assignment when I wasn’t the one in charge making that decision. I’ve even been a bit irritated when others have an easier night because of that assignment and I didn’t. But then I really, deep down, know why I always get these types of patients…God isn’t really laughing at me, He is giving me these patients and placing them in my hands because He KNOWS I can handle their crises and help them in their hour of need. So I know that God isn’t laughing at me, He is helping me…help them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Have a great Sunday!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ciao! De ;)</span><br /></span><br /><br />PS: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/We-Plan-God-Laughs-Finding/dp/0385523610/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1235932728&sr=1-1">"We Plan, God Laughs" is a novel by Sherre Hirsch</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-33712390943732282382009-02-08T20:36:00.003-07:002009-02-08T20:40:20.882-07:00Sunday - And I've Been Absent<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In case you didn't notice, I've been absent of late. I've gotten hooked on Facebook and having a ton of fun. Got started innocently enough but it has really taken off in the last few weeks and I have been re-connecting with dear old friends from high school as well as keeping in touch with my family and current friends. So, as I am still recovering from my apt flooding, I will take a break. Let me know if you are interested in connecting on Facebook.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hope you have all been well and are keeping warm. We actually had a cold front come through last night and had a thunderstorm with hail this morning here in Phoenix. It is a cozy 54degrees right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hugs to you all!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ciao! De ;)</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-64397692810311507612009-01-17T12:30:00.003-07:002009-01-17T12:49:26.506-07:00Saturday - And I Suppose I Could Be Upset<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >So...not the best way to get woken up someone pounding on your door. Not the best thing to see when you sit up in bed and try to figure out just what woke you up. What? Water. Water, water everywhere.<br /><br />Apparently my toilet overflowed (insert ewwwwwwwws here) while I was sleeping. Must have been running for 2hours cause I was up at 0845 to take care of my human needs and promptly went back to sleep and it was now 1045. So I jumped up and promptly ran through 2inch deep water to turn my toilet off then ran downstairs to let the maintenance man in, then ran and turned off everything that was plugged in. I had only been asleep about 2 1/2 hours after working all night and I could see this was going to be a long day.<br /><br />About 6 months ago I turned in my rental furniture and have been sleeping on a borrowed mattress on the floor. All my electronics were on boxes on the floor except my DVD player. Everything was plugged into power surge protectors. Every wire was floating. Any moment and the water would have washed over the surge protectors and began shorting out my electrical equipment. A few more moments and a lot could have been ruined and/or I could have been electrocuted just running through the water.<br /><br />So while it's an inconvenience to have to pick up every thing on the bedroom and closet floor, while I will be forced to throw things away because they are ruined, while I am losing sleep and had to call off work tonight and will lose some amount of money, and while I am going to have to spend some money to buy a new mattress, I can see the silver lining. I have been needing to sort through papers and shred and throw away, I need to start boxing things up because I plan on moving in a couple of months, I do have extra money in savings and I do have sick time I can use. And the biggest silver lining of them all...I didn't get hurt nor did my neighbors who must suffer through this as well. Thank you God for the many blessing you have bestowed upon me!<br /><br />So what I only got 2 1/2 hours sleep...I get a paid day off, lol.<br /><br />Have a good weekend!<br /><br />Ciao! De ;)<br /><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-31608987482950692262008-12-26T22:46:00.007-07:002008-12-26T23:30:44.078-07:00Friday - And Happy Boxing Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlSfR3rFmEtmPOzfvjSohnkvBIJRb7DhK-YV9UId7L0JNBN6WtcGlQhLoroCFD_sqQNHCltRWh9H6WYKDOyCASEi1UDZmEcmSb5uaMTutrF4S05cWyWIrEK0Rqkrup3tmtCa8/s1600-h/1223082005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284345110954201122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlSfR3rFmEtmPOzfvjSohnkvBIJRb7DhK-YV9UId7L0JNBN6WtcGlQhLoroCFD_sqQNHCltRWh9H6WYKDOyCASEi1UDZmEcmSb5uaMTutrF4S05cWyWIrEK0Rqkrup3tmtCa8/s200/1223082005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">And how was your Christmas? I spent Christmas Eve and Day working but before that Hannah and I had a night out shopping while Caleb was at his Dad's. This picture was taken in Target. Hannah said "I'm tired and my feet hurt, I wish I could get in the basket just like Caleb." So I told her to go ahead and climb in, which she obviously did, lol. I pushed her around the whole store and she declared this to be "The Best Christmas EVER!" Wow, if I had only known she was so easy to please I wouldn't have bought that 120gb ipod classic, ha ha.</span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfLLfoN5QTuzZFjMKFJZU5b_471NZ_1YgfN_bWVunJJq00ao2iejAHPFuOIi2vEkJQbNJ3uG4ZEnwoUP3GbX_IKVWKuNGqKMTZmZIRBI-QlNkWxCr3ZAgVG-c1Frj_fOq6H2Y/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284352395100547442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfLLfoN5QTuzZFjMKFJZU5b_471NZ_1YgfN_bWVunJJq00ao2iejAHPFuOIi2vEkJQbNJ3uG4ZEnwoUP3GbX_IKVWKuNGqKMTZmZIRBI-QlNkWxCr3ZAgVG-c1Frj_fOq6H2Y/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We picked up Caleb tonight and went for our Christmas dinner at Olive Garden. I said "so much for traditional fare" to which Hannah responded, "well what do you think the Italians eat for Christmas". Pictures of turkey spaghetti entered our heads to which we both said "ewwww". I think we'll just stick with the regular pasta, thanks. We did splurge and got desert too, cause what is Christmas without the sweets.</span></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqwMPDEkMtde8IY5lmxueAWh4kU2Jl7hbHUyW6LzqOOAv3SMm_v1K91YGGjoIIJUY56LrJLqYXhHjcJQglWcR2ksOo8rqNV68cygtmtBlzsspPrFWP2qUrCO7AhYOHV5epD1r/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284352003687746626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqwMPDEkMtde8IY5lmxueAWh4kU2Jl7hbHUyW6LzqOOAv3SMm_v1K91YGGjoIIJUY56LrJLqYXhHjcJQglWcR2ksOo8rqNV68cygtmtBlzsspPrFWP2qUrCO7AhYOHV5epD1r/s200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">After dinner we came home and opened our presents that were under our little Christmas tree and our little stockings that were hung by the electric fireplace with care (ummm maybe not so much with care as with a hammer and nail :p). Caleb made me a Phoenix Coyote's Calender got me a juicer, and Hannah got me a gift certificate from Victoria's Secret (she evidently got tired of me saying "I don't even have enough money for a bra") and some of my favorite candy (butterfingers and snickers). The kids seemed pleased with their gifts as well, but the best part was that we are all home together, as corny as that sounds.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Work was fairly busy on Christmas Eve, but we only admitted two-three people, with the one heart attack that I had predicted (sorry sir I was right, hope you are doing okay). Christmas Day was very busy as well, and we admitted about twelve people. It finally died off about 1:00am and the rest of the night was cake. I controlled myself enormously and did not graze at the trough that was presented to us. I've lost 5 pounds since Thanksgiving and I'm not going backwards, no way (being told by your ex that you are fat is a very big motivator).</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So here's to you and yours with warm wishes for a very pleasant holiday. Enjoy your time with your family and be safe!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ciao! De ;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-38358270974388205072008-12-21T23:43:00.002-07:002008-12-21T23:47:43.007-07:00Sunday - And It's Someone's Birthday<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Many of you have heard me mention<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><a href="http://acorgiinsoutherncalifornia.blogspot.com/">Betty</a> </span>more than one time, but what you may not know is that today is her birthday. Oh she didn't mention it on her blog, but I can on mine, he he.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So pop on over and wish my very dearest friend a </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">very</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</span></span> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >Love ya, girl!!<br /><br />Ciao! De ;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-89299561618443181632008-12-20T20:13:00.006-07:002008-12-20T22:19:41.052-07:00Saturday - And The Plate In My Head Wasn't Big EnoughRemember in the movie "<strong>Vacation</strong>" when Cousin Eddie was complaining about not having enough money? "<em>I got laid off when they closed that asbestos factory, and wouldn't you know it, the army cuts my disability pension because they said that the plate in my head wasn't big enough.</em>" Well it seems to me that people, just like Cousin Eddie, are always wanting something for nothing and I really get tired of them always expecting the government (i.e. you and me) to pay for everything. I get it alot at work. Now don't get me wrong, there are always the people who need the assistance, but more often than not, I run into the ones who try to work the system anyway they can and still complain they are not getting enough...like the lady who brought in her 1yr old the other night.<br /><br />So this cute little 1yr old was seen in the ER for difficulty breathing, cough, and wheezing with a history of asthma. She got a few breathing treatments and scripts for home antibiotics and an inhaler. The Mom started complaining why don't we give her a nebulizer because it is easier and I explained how that has to come from the baby's pediatrician. Then Mom tells me the baby doesn't have a pediatrician because her ACCESS (welfare here in AZ) was denied because she couldn't find the little girl's social security number. "How dumb is that?" she asks, "Why do I have to show her social security card. They should just give it to her." Well I started explaining about verifying who people are, making sure they are here legally, etc and the Mom continues complaining about how their benefits keep getting reduced more and more and the little girl's big brother is drinking all the baby's milk, etc etc etc. Mom then goes on to complain about how she is pregnant and due in February and hasn't even had an ultrasound to find out what sex the baby is and how is that right? So I go "Well you know women had babies for thousands of years without knowing what the sex of the baby is and everyone survived." She said "Well I'm on a fixed income and I need to know." Excuse me but do you even see the correlation between the two? Me either. Then she starts talking about how her boyfriend (baby's father) after sleeping all day wakes up and drinks all the baby's milk, "sometimes a whole gallon at a time". Sheesh. Will someone get a job and quit making babies already? **Major sigh**<br /><br />So then Mom gathers up everything and wants to know where the bus stop is. So I tell her as I walk her out front to check out and I'm like "where is the baby's jacket?" "Oh I left it at home cause I had too much to carry," she says as I notice she is putting her jacket on. Okay so this is at 6:00am and it's dark, cold, and misting. The baby was just in for breathing problems and you want to wait outside in the cold without a jacket for the baby? So my bleeding heart or Christmas spirit (not sure which at this point) kicks in and I get her a cab voucher that the hospital will eat so the baby won't get any sicker, all the while explaining to the Mom that this is a one-time deal and knowing that she is filing it away in her small, self-centered brain that this is one more way to get something for nothing. Okay, now onto more happier subjects, lol.<br /><br />How is everyone's Christmas shopping coming along? Me? Ha! Almost NOTHING bought. I can't believe it! I have never been less prepared for Christmas than this year, not even when I was far more broke than I am now. Well, it will all work out. Caleb is over here this weekend so that leaves me one more day (Tuesday) before Christmas to buy a few things for him when he is not around. Hannah's main present is the computer I got her in August, but I plan on getting her a few little things too. The only saving grace is at least my tree is up, ha ha.<br /><br />Well I work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day so I think we are either going to the Christmas service on the 23rd, or before I go to work on the 24th. Caleb will be back on the 26th and we'll do Christmas then. What are your plans? What are your traditions? What are you cooking?<br /><br />If I don't pop on before....Merry Christmas!!!<br /><br />De ;)<br /><br />PS: This video is for<span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong><a href="http://lovinyou4lovinme.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Katie</span></a></strong></span>...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45zSx1g8azA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45zSx1g8azA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-46437375392840101722008-12-14T23:08:00.007-07:002008-12-15T00:24:09.795-07:00Sunday - And It's Movie Review Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZURtW7E75xcZF9xSZOq4AY9D1SOdsMWB2DIVUpnGWbWc4zSScBe34khzQg9welQwgRfpP0_gJ3Wo96lvUSgJT_bYThRE_jxU-GivbeRfEcsZ4alWZdoVo0_77ZJUXGtymZ_t4/s1600-h/100160_PRM_IMG_LG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 110px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZURtW7E75xcZF9xSZOq4AY9D1SOdsMWB2DIVUpnGWbWc4zSScBe34khzQg9welQwgRfpP0_gJ3Wo96lvUSgJT_bYThRE_jxU-GivbeRfEcsZ4alWZdoVo0_77ZJUXGtymZ_t4/s320/100160_PRM_IMG_LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279898545148517298" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Hannah and I had a girl's night out on Thursday as I had a night off in between several and Caleb was at his dad's. First off we decided to splurge and went to <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/">The Cheesecake Factory</a> for dinner, certainly not something you can do every day or very often for that matter. Very nice, pricey, but just want we needed. We laughed our way through dinner (annoying the couple next to us of course) and indulged in some decadent cheesecake. Again, not something you can do everyday, especially if you are making a half-hearted attempt at dieting (ha ha).<br /><br />For the se<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedaytheearthstoodstillmovie.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mfWXLpB1i8UTOqYbToVOrPubK8aa7BTS2orwc6_B5H5OuZcqboXLahgNuZBxiY6FWFsa3Ns4DhnrQWRUFdQWrgzSz5_G25CQ2FZFUjzrqlPXM8Tq8qz6I0h0tdUGMCyVw8Ts/s320/thedaytheearthstoodstill_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279898992559675266" border="0" /></a>cond part of our night out we decided to take in the midnight showing of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809966785/info">The Day The Earth Stood Still</a>. In case you are too young (and I hate you if you are, lol), or you live in a vacuum (and I do at times) then you might not realize this is a remake of the 1951 classic. (alas Hollywood is becoming uncreative). The movie stars Keanu Reeves and Jennifer Connelly, and they each do a fair job of acting. The movie also stars Jaden Smith, Will Smith's son who you met in The Pursuit of Happyness. I jokingly say that Keanu Reeves is perfect for the part of the alien who shows no emotion because I really don't think the man is capable of a facial expression or anything more than a monotone voice. I enjoyed the movie for the most part except for the political theme, but once again I wouldn't recommend paying anything more than matinee price. You wouldn't miss anything by waiting for the DVD either.<br /><br />I think the most interesting thing that occurred was after the movie and we saw this guy get tased by the police. We are walking out of the theater and there was this drunk guy who had been trying to get into the theater when we arrived, and he was still in the parking lot causing havoc. The manager had evidently grown tired of this guy, called the police, and he was, by all appearances, resisting arresting. All of a sudden he jerked and fell straight down and Hannah was "omg what happened?". I said "omg he just got tased!". We were in no immediate danger as we were observing this from a safe distance, and it was certainly more suspenseful than the movie, lol.<br /><br />In case you can't tell, I am in better spirits than my last entry. Oh David is still messing with my mind, but getting back to work was really the best thing for me. Routine stuff to fill your day so you don't wallow in self-pity. Who needs expensive therapy? I've got a great family who listen to my woes and good friends to lend a shoulder to cry on when I need it. And if I am really feeling sorry for myself, then I just have to take a look at the lives of the homeless drunks who come into the ER on a daily basis. I am healthy (albeit overweight), have a job (thank you God!), have a place to live, have money to pay my bills, put food on the table, and buy a few Christmas presents for the kiddos. Life could be less stressful with the support money I'm entitled to, but overall, life is good. Really...life is very good, especially when both my kids are here with me, as they are tonight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wdaGZMSh4YH29T_vSyql8OMCfqdNebl82zzuOyfD_pQB0xuLLEJ3K3c0qZG4Qu9tWwZ4Dw49l3qFYxqojrCjm9no_VJ-0B6MsZnc7gaHCCGtQ7KA34BS-qcsmNoh6vDxk5Om/s1600-h/Marie_Antoinette_Award.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wdaGZMSh4YH29T_vSyql8OMCfqdNebl82zzuOyfD_pQB0xuLLEJ3K3c0qZG4Qu9tWwZ4Dw49l3qFYxqojrCjm9no_VJ-0B6MsZnc7gaHCCGtQ7KA34BS-qcsmNoh6vDxk5Om/s200/Marie_Antoinette_Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279904202147191810" border="0" /></a>Apparently <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://buffalosquirrels.blogspot.com/">Veronica</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span>and <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://melissa-justanotherdayinparadise.blogspot.com/">Melissa</a> have deemed me worthy of the Marie Antoinette Award. I'm not quite sure that I'm worthy, but apparently all you have to do is write about everyday life. While I feel honored, I don't know that what I have to say is particularly inspiring, but then again, maybe it doesn't have to be. So thank you Veronica and Melissa, and I pass on the rules and nominate the following:<br /><br />The Rules:<br />1. Please put the logo in your blog (let me know if you need the file)<br />2. Place a link from the person, from whom you received the award<br />3. Nominate at least 7 or more<br />4. Put the links of those on your blog<br />5. Leave a message on their blog to let them know<br /><br />And I nominate:<br />1. Betty of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://acorgiinsoutherncalifornia.blogspot.com/">A Corgi in Southern California</a><br />2. Lyn of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://lyn-britsblog.blogspot.com/">Brit's Blog</a><br />3. Dawn of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://carpediemdawn.blogspot.com/">Carpe Diem</a><br />4. Julia of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://juliasnewjournal.blogspot.com/">Julia's New Journal</a><br />5. Lily of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://dreaminglily.blogspot.com/">I Guess I'm Dreaming</a><br />6. Marti of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/">Porch Stories</a><br />7. Robin of <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://yellowbrickroadtwo.blogspot.com/">The Yellow Brick Road</a><br /><br />Wow...that was hard to limit this to just seven.<br /><br />Well tonight starts another three day stretch for me. I did get a short recess and have a chance to go to church and dinner tonight with the kids. It's finally cooler here in Phoenix (highs in the 60s this week) and maybe, just maybe, it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!<br /><br />Ciao! De ;)<br /><br />PS: New entry and title just for you Kat! :p<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-86392525641666859162008-12-04T08:33:00.010-07:002008-12-05T08:37:41.674-07:00Thursday - And I Like My Men Cold, Undead, and Sparkly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_snkgo-wMmlYvYPyayyahHG9d0uxQewVB7RmOpDUWUVL7vzYdjOY00hykNDlqmj0OSf3hh8H-HMd7pKgkl76t_1hBhiD0lD98fa72-EQ9OYKNn8QsjEP2h0XcNkX71J2SXnL/s1600-h/twilight7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275960403278308210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_snkgo-wMmlYvYPyayyahHG9d0uxQewVB7RmOpDUWUVL7vzYdjOY00hykNDlqmj0OSf3hh8H-HMd7pKgkl76t_1hBhiD0lD98fa72-EQ9OYKNn8QsjEP2h0XcNkX71J2SXnL/s320/twilight7.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Okay, so in case you can't figure out by my title, I saw the<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong> </strong></span></span><a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810010670/info"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Twilight</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"> movie last week and now I'm hooked. The movie itself starts out a little awkward like the author was in a hurry to get the story going and forgot to let you get acquainted with the characters, but it builds into a nice plot and the acting is superb. And of course Robert Pattinson as "Edward" is absolutely hot!<br /><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">And to make my new obsession even worse, Hannah goes and gives me the first two books in the series for my birthday. I don't know whether to hug her or ground her, ha ha. I've been sleep deprived by reading. Seeing the movie doesn't ruin the first book, as the book fills you in more on everyone's backgrounds more thoroughly. I'm well into the second book, <em>New Moon</em>, now.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQsBWtbRb-LLrG4kZJ6QIISMBxKCK9_X9LalxQozi6OAGayuZvoa-BuU6g8dDSkYT1T-B3Hr7j26Rp7wfbtfYlS0A44HGvIKiI44d227z49GHipQJTUU0gTTiNqQ5wCOEtmcU/s1600-h/twilight5.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962492612555074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQsBWtbRb-LLrG4kZJ6QIISMBxKCK9_X9LalxQozi6OAGayuZvoa-BuU6g8dDSkYT1T-B3Hr7j26Rp7wfbtfYlS0A44HGvIKiI44d227z49GHipQJTUU0gTTiNqQ5wCOEtmcU/s320/twilight5.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Part of me wishes I hadn't seen the movie or read the books. It makes me wistful and a little depressed. I've joked that I wish I was 17 again (no way, honestly)...but 29 would really be nice. I can feel Bella's anguish, longing, and depression (which means the author does a good job of pulling you into the story) which is not good for me right now. It has nothing to do with being older, fatter, or uglier than I was when I was 17. It has nothing to do with wishing I had a boyfriend, husband, or a vampire. It just has to do with where I am in my life right now and the tough time I am having. My self-esteem isn't the highest and I'm constantly stressed with figuring out the budget issues (and no the jerk <em>still</em> isn't paying me the court ordered support). And I'm upset trying to figure out how to give the kids some sort of Christmas. **Sigh** I should've warned you this was going to be a depressing entry, lol.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">I should get off here before I bore you or make you depressed at this time of the year. I'll just leave by saying this...<em><strong>every girl deserves an Edward</strong></em>.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XCxLyVKepo0E9NzXHNEU0OxBVNuDLNVxFYAHkt1382QdBpkfMvW4VLgetX9kgg577mC7ozVpg3Fm5Kdw5Ao5AJkSuHqzoEJquVrud5f-IuJgB0Awwpa8tDqpNhkge-cUV0ch/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962321824389170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XCxLyVKepo0E9NzXHNEU0OxBVNuDLNVxFYAHkt1382QdBpkfMvW4VLgetX9kgg577mC7ozVpg3Fm5Kdw5Ao5AJkSuHqzoEJquVrud5f-IuJgB0Awwpa8tDqpNhkge-cUV0ch/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><br /><br /></span><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Ciao! De ;)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-56569287652780023252008-11-21T06:27:00.003-07:002008-11-21T06:39:10.511-07:00Friday - And I Have The Best Friends Part Deux<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well I have to tell you about Maren. She has been my hairdresser for almost 4 years now and she has the sweetest soul. Maren always lends a compassionate ear and is always inviting me somewhere, like to church, the Easter pageant, and to her ladies night out. I went to the Easter Pageant last year that her church puts on and it is absolutely amazing, and last night I met her and some friends for a quick ladies night out. I couldn't stay long (only about an hour) but is was so nice to get out among friends. No agenda, just a night out for a few hours among women.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Maren was the first person who donated to my cause, lol. She and her new husband of only a couple of months, along with her awesome sister, brought us over our first table and chairs. So here is another person who, after working all day on her feet, took the time to come over and help me out. I really am blessed!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So on another note, I am about to work a 3 day stretch and then fly out Monday night (0n my birthday) to Texas for the week. I plan on getting some good pictures if the camera cooperates, that is. Everyone will be there including Elizabeth and Hannah with her boyfriend, Justin. So a good time is to be had I'm sure.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Gotta pop off and get the boy up for school. Have a great day, a wonderful weekend, and a fantastic Thanksgiving!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ciao, De ;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-29918812607949581462008-11-18T19:15:00.006-07:002008-11-18T20:08:54.652-07:00Tuesday - And I Have The Best Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfdPJHSrYmQIw8wgzMH9tCbjPCHn8LWjkRvYPihEC1Sp9stclsClmu07slnJu2IT6Plgek_-EA4gi0-49mf8NQ2LL0wMa2f0rMPDRkm0cgmsrZ9MusKH5BhR73jEonrwZG8dq/s1600-h/table.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270187629372424786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfdPJHSrYmQIw8wgzMH9tCbjPCHn8LWjkRvYPihEC1Sp9stclsClmu07slnJu2IT6Plgek_-EA4gi0-49mf8NQ2LL0wMa2f0rMPDRkm0cgmsrZ9MusKH5BhR73jEonrwZG8dq/s320/table.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Most of you know I'm going through a divorce, but what you may not know is that even after a year of separation I still don't have much furniture as I just really don't have the extra moola right now. Well one of the things I really haven't had was a full-fledged dining table and chairs, but looky at what one of my friends brought over to me today! <em>How cute is that?</em> Caleb and I are sooo excited and we've already have had our first meal at the table....together. Kewl beans! <p></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Oh and you know what my friend wanted in return for the table/chairs? Just to help someone else who needs it when I can. So that goes right to the point </span><a href="http://acorgiinsoutherncalifornia.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>Betty</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> is making in her journal about the goat. That table is my goat right now, but someday I'm going to buy someone a share in a well.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Ciao! De ;)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-66178920937523450612008-11-16T15:24:00.003-07:002008-11-16T15:31:30.729-07:00Sunday - And I Don't Have a Title<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ha ha...me without words. No I'm just sitting here staring at the computer screen still trying to wake up. Gotta get in the shower soon if Caleb and I are going to the 5pm service at church as we are meeting his Dad at 6:30pm to exchange since I've gotta work tonight and tomorrow **Sigh**</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I can't wait for my Thanksgiving holiday cause boy do I need a week off. The only thing I'm dreading is flying...actually had a panic attack about it earlier this week. Breath!</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Oh I changed my music to only come on if you click on it. I noticed it was could be rather annoying if you weren't in the mood to listen anything. :)</span></p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well, hope you all have had a wonderful weekend!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ciao! De ;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-79340518171302937382008-11-13T20:36:00.009-07:002008-11-14T07:00:47.385-07:00Thursday - And I'm Thankful<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well Betty has asked that we each participate in Thankful Thursday, so here are mine:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">1. I, too, am thankful for the Lord and all that He bestowes upon me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">2. I am thankful for Hannah and Caleb who I love without measure and who I don't get to spend enough time with. It must be very difficult being my children. <em>Enough said</em>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">3. I am thankful for Elizabeth. She lived down the street and somehow snuck into my heart and became my third child. I am so proud of her for graduating from nursing school and the hard and often unthankful job she is doing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">4. I am thankful for my sister, Kathryn (yes dahling, you are my favorite, lol). She and I have been through so much and have a common thread in life. We should band together to fight the evil men of the world.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">5. I am thankful for my Mother who listens tirelessly, or so it seems to me, to my endless gripes about my ex.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">6. I am thankful for my job, my promotion, and my raise in an economy where many are losing theirs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">7. I am thankful for patients who come into the ER, whether they need to be there or not, for they are job security.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">8. I am thankful for friends near and far, and in the cyber world. I have met such wonderful people but none have touched my heart like those unseen.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">9. And that leads me to my conclusion where I have to say I wouldn't be participating in this Thankful Thursday if it wasn't for </span><a href="http://acorgiinsoutherncalifornia.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Betty</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">. She is a wonderful, selfless person and I hope she knows what a special place she holds in my heart. Betty, I do hope we get to meet one day in this world before we meet in the next.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">And now for a movie review....</span><br /><br /><a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809426041/info"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268356379062969682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCnbbIXg64duTIRr0PN2JGXyke5loIa9RjnmcCU-rKDkMI4L8CnMcxToYR6DfSZm3JzhsVtoVWExGBqQ8nMzJhk6CeuaDFw7m7ZD16LRiBuE5Cz_1omVM5oIHZNJCdKBjpRd_/s320/88minutes.jpg" border="0" />88 Minutes</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Very disappointing! What a waste of an awesome actor. Al Pacino is too good for this movie. Hokey music, predictable plot, poor acting, even poorer directing. Only reason I kept watching was to see if I was right about who was the actual villain. Glad I didn't waste my money at the theater, sorry I wasted it on the DVD. Wait till it comes out on TV and then skip it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><p>Speaking of dramas, that was the theme of things last night at work. Everyone had their agenda, or so it seemed. The one that is the winner of the night was a 25yr-old girl who came in basically for a medication refill. Now usually we medically screen these people out because that is not what the ER is for, but this girl was like "oh well I have pelvic pain and discharge" (my favorite, right <a href="http://buffalosquirrels.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Veronica</span></strong></a>?). So since I had the gyno room last night I inherited her. Boy was she a piece of work. Kept asking for Xanax, constantly. NP said no, no, no, and hell no. I gave the patient an antibiotic shot to help her with her PID (pelvic inflammatory disease) and told her it would be 20 minutes before she was discharged. "Um no, I need to go now and get my prescriptions" (she already knew NP wrote for 4 Xanax. I advised the patient that we hold people the 20 minutes after medications to make sure they don't have a reaction. "Well I won't so get me my prescriptions now." Not even a please. No, I told her, the best I could do was 15 minutes. This started a bargaining phase to which I won of course. I had no longer walked out of that room when she was on the call light telling the tech she was ready for her prescriptions now. I told him to tell her she was welcome to leave but it would be without her prescriptions as it wasn't 15 minutes yet. So she stayed. And when I went in to let her go, I told the patient she was not to ever try and bargain behind my back when I've already told her what the plan was and that we have rules in place to save people's lives. That girl came up off the bed and literally flew across the room at my face. I used one of my TKD moves on her and shoved her out of the way. I threw open the curtains to draw attention and get help if needed, then I yelled at her to get out of the ER before I had her arrested for assault and all the way out she was cussing and threatening me. OMG! Can I please have "real" sick patients and not those who just want drugs? Like I said...full moon drama.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">On that pleasant note I think I'll call it a night.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ciao! De ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142625.post-89470089594991463312008-11-11T20:26:00.006-07:002008-11-13T20:36:02.733-07:00Tuesday - And Happy Veteran's Day<p><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38nx3mjXJMk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38nx3mjXJMk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Just want to do a quick shout out to all the men and women of the armed forces and say <strong>Thank You</strong> for everything you do, have done, or will do for this great country. Your sacrifices are unlimited and appreciated. Freedom isn't free and you above all know the ultimate price.</span></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NhjfpvlgTFG67JHCjDDcTSDh_yj98b5kdDFn1jsehjhBhyphenhyphenJbIRADGJQndKRYA1NpkTBHOlu_hxq47cZ8uuc_zjIKE5hUO5UccHafnqJ7SQvi3OFnf6CNbOKKsJ66V_VIg-Rr/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267614068278487122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NhjfpvlgTFG67JHCjDDcTSDh_yj98b5kdDFn1jsehjhBhyphenhyphenJbIRADGJQndKRYA1NpkTBHOlu_hxq47cZ8uuc_zjIKE5hUO5UccHafnqJ7SQvi3OFnf6CNbOKKsJ66V_VIg-Rr/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">And a special note of thanks to my Uncle Fred...thank you so much for being who you are and for everything you did to make our great nation free. I can only hope and pray that my son will grow up someday and be half the man you are.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">God Bless our Military and God Bless the United States of America!</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ciao! De ;)</span></p><p></p><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZZf619DIpo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZZf619DIpo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16583583808000943909noreply@blogger.com3