|
[13 Aug 2008|08:42am] |
Day 2 of 3 of one patient with a history of assault and bipolar that dove into a pool of three feet of water and is now paralyzed from the shoulders down, and one alcoholic patient that with cirrhosis that came in for an elective fistula repair due to diverticulitis, who also doesn't move anything due to his open belly and the pain caused by it. Because of his cirrhosis, he started bleeding out from his stomach this morning at 2. I have been run through the ringer just trying to keep him alive last night. My neck is absolutely killing me with sharp pains everytime I look up or down, and if I touch my chin to my chest, the stabbing pain goes across my shoulders around the T1 level.
Mornings like this, I thank the heavens for valium, alcohol, and a cold, cold dark room. To make matters worse, after Wednesday night I'll be off Thursday, then back for Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Someone stick a fork in me already.
|
|
| Ugh.... |
[01 Aug 2008|02:13pm] |
|
Today is my Monday, I've go to work through Sunday night. I'm off Monday and Tuesday, and on call Wednesday. I'll need to take Kayla shopping for school clothes on my next days off.
|
|
|
[26 Jul 2008|02:29pm] |
|
I think perhaps we'll go to Enchanted Rock tomorrow. Kayla has never been.
|
|
| Strange |
[26 Jul 2008|11:57am] |
The past two nights, I have dreamt about a different friend each night and when I woke, found that friend had text messaged me.
Kinda wierd.
|
|
| paradigm shift |
[14 Jul 2008|10:10pm] |
Driving down the road the other day, it suddenly came to me. I'm not just drifting aimlessly in life. I'm stuck on a deserted island. I'm alone on the island, with other people passing me by in the tide, and I can't quite reach anyone.
Or can they not reach me?
|
|
|
[11 Jul 2008|05:44pm] |
Night 3 of 4 of crazy motherfuckers with head trauma trying to extubate themselves.
Bring it on.
|
|
|
[29 Jun 2008|03:45pm] |
I'm quite happy to say that gramma was moved to rehab on Friday evening, and she is actually able to bear weight and pivot on her leg. She will have to come stay with us for a while after she gets released, of course, which is fine with me. I'd rather have her here where I know she will be safe. It makes me glad my mother is off for the summer. She is also now re-considering retiring because of this episode with gramma, and if she does retire then that means that I will probably be able to move out, unless of course I choose to go back to school again next year. Odds are not in my favor for going back to school in the spring, however, unless I take some distance learning courses.
PS The ex did finally deliver on a promise for the first time. I got my Docs Friday before I left for work. Wooooot!
|
|
|
[29 Jun 2008|10:27am] |
It looks like I won't be doing anything special for my birthday this year like I had wanted. Getting time off from work when you are a nurse is a big pain in the ass; you have to plan months ahead of time and have all the details ironed out because we make our schedules so far in advance, and for 4 weeks at a time. The schedule for August/September is already sneaking up on us, and honestly, the only time I wanted off was for Kayla's first day back at school and the weekend of my birthday.
I'll just save my PTO and hopefully enough money to buy plane tickets for myself, Kayla, and my sister to go see her boyfriend's brother in Korea in March.
I'm off to Big Lots with my mom then to see my grandmother in the hospital.
|
|
| funny |
[26 Jun 2008|09:15am] |
Mary can't stand Sunday school, but her brother William doesn't have a problem with it. So one day in Sunday school, Mary thinks, "The hell with it," and decides to go to sleep. The teacher sees this and asks Mary a question to keep her awake.
"Mary, who created the heavens and the earth?" William, who is sitting behind Mary, pokes her in the butt with his pencil. Mary wakes up and shouts, "God almighty!"
And the teacher says, "Yes. That's correct, Mary." Mary goes back to sleep and the teacher asks her another question.
"Who died on the cross for our sins?" William pokes Mary again. She wakes up and shouts, "Jesus Christ!"
Once again, she goes back to sleep. This time the teacher asks, "Mary, what was the first thing Eve said to Adam?" William pokes her again. Mary wakes up and shouts, "If you don't stop poking me with that thing, I'm gonna break it off!"
|
|
|
[25 Jun 2008|12:02pm] |
Tuesday afternoon. No sign of my Docs yet.
Somehow, I am not suprised.
He's got one more day before I go and egg and TP his mom's house.
|
|
| Updates |
[25 Jun 2008|09:32am] |
Gramma's knee surgery was yesterday. Apparently when she fell, she did quite a number on her knee cap. It was fractured in two and pushing up into the surrounding tissue, so surgery was the only option. Anyhow, her nurse is kinda cute. Unfortunately, he was so busy yesterday that I never did get a chance to try to talk to him and he's off today. I'm sure there will be other days, she will probably be there for atleast another 3 days. Maybe 2 if she does well.
My sister and I want to go to Korea to see her brother in law, we are going to try to plan something for early next year, but I'm sure the plans will fall through, travel plans with my sister seldom come to fruition. She simply has too many other obligations and priorities. I don't mind that at all, I just wish I had tons of money to afford to pay both our ways; or atleast pay her bills and she can pay her own way.
My neice is leaving for Japan on Friday, she will be spending two weeks there and is going with some group called Peer to Peer or something like that. Apparently they will be spending their time touring the country and seeing how other students live and study, what the schools are like, etc. I hope she doesn't unknowingly eat a dog while she's there. And I hope she brings me back lots of fake purses. ;)
|
|
|
[20 Jun 2008|05:49pm] |
I'm getting ready for work now, and have been up since 6 this morning. Ugh. My plan was to take a nap this afternoon, but that did not work out so well. My neighbor (who I keep insisting is a drug dealer and my mom will not believe me) was outside his house this morning at 8am when Kayla and I came home from breakfast and as I was walking towards the house, his friend in the driveway called my name. WTF? I looked over there and it was an ex that I dated from when I was 20-21 years old. He said that he has known my neighbor for quite some time and "just came by to say hi". Yeah, right. I knew he was there to score, but that's beside the point.
Joe and I had quite a rocky relationship and the breakup was even worse. He was younger than my by about 3 years, and we broke up because he was cheating on me with this girl that was like 15 years old. Sick, I know. Anyway, he told me that he had my
Fuck yeah yall!!!! He claims that his wife had tried to give them to her little brother but Joe wouldn't let her. Apparently he held on to them for some strange reason. When I asked him why, he couldn't give me an answer. Probably guilt, if you ask me. Anyway, he said that he would bring them over next week. We'll see if he holds true to his word this time.
Ah, my old oxbloods. I barely had the chance to break that pair in. I remember that I had just lost my black pair, Kyndra had accidentally packed them up and they had moved to Florida with her and her new husband, so I had to buy a new pair- the oxbloods. I think I probably wore them less than a dozen times before I lost them(or rather left them at Joe's). When Kyndra moved back to San Antonio, she was with her husband a total of about a month before they separated and he kept all the boxes of "junk", which apparently included my old black Docs that I had had for about 6 or more years at that point. There was no point in trying to recover them from her husband because he hated me with a passion.
All this time, I had wondered where I left my oxbloods and could never remember. I thought that they were possibly here in the garage, tucked away some where, but I tore the garage apart looking for them several times over the years. Then, I just suspected that my mother had probably tossed them in one of her spring cleaning rampages, but I had always suspected that I had left them somewhere.
Now I know where they are atleast. Hopefully he'll hold true to his word, for the first time since I've known him, and I'll have them back by next week.
So after all that commotion, I still planned on trying to get some sleep, even though I was too excited. Then my mom called and told me she was in the ER with gramma, apparently they were leaving gramma's MRI for her hip this morning and she fell. Broke her damn knee cap and got a good ol' goose egg on her head, too. After my mom called I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep even though I tried. So now gramma is getting admitted because of the kneecap - I'm not sure what they can do for that, I'll have to ask ortho tonight when I see one making rounds.
Pray for me that I can stay awake.
HOT DAMN MY DOCS Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!
|
|
| First trip outside!!! |
[19 Jun 2008|10:01pm] |
Her "bitch I'll fuck you up" look....
I'm posting this one as a 'size reference' only....
Another one for size reference- this one was taken at Petsmart next to a guinea pig:
Kayla has decided to name the brown one Autumn, and I decided to name the white one Neva, spanish for "snow".
|
|
| Welcome.... |
[14 Jun 2008|07:37am] |
We adopted two mimiature pomeranian sisters on Wednesday.
The brown one "belongs" to Kayla
Brett insists she looks like an Ewok
The white one is "mine"
More pics to follow when the wiggly sons-a-bitches can be still. But damn they are so cute, I wish yall could hear them growl at each other!
|
|
| Label me what you will..... |
[13 Jun 2008|02:18pm] |
I believe that every American that has the ability to work SHOULD work.
I believe that just because some wetback is lucky enough to sneak across the border and squeeze out a pup north of the Rio Grande, that little grease ball shouldn't be entitled to free health care and free schooling. Or free lunches. And the parents shouldn't have the right to demand that we speak spanish to it in our public schools.
I think that the government should fund stem cell research to help find a cure for cancer and diabetes.
I think that health care needs serious reform, but I also don't think that just because you are in this country entitles you to it. There ought to be certain stipulations, like if you want health care, not only do you need to work even if it's just part time, or volunteer a few times a month somewhere - but you need to help carry your own fucking weight.
I don't think that the rich should be taxed more just because they make more. They took risks, they got educated, whatever it took - they did it. They earned their money, let them do what they want with it. Is it fair? You'd probably think so if it were your money.
|
|
| passing it on |
[13 Jun 2008|11:50am] |
Something that felt good:
Wednesday morning I was running errands with my monkey. It was early in the morning, and the only thing on the radio was morning talk shows so I put in on my iPod. I had been listening to Minor Threat the night before, and just as I was about to change it to something I know she would rather hear, my daughter asked, "Mommy what the heck is this!?" I wanted to explain to her the best way that she would understand it. I told her when I was about 12 or 13 years old or so listening to KSYM one night, Rick-o played a song by this band, and how that band wound up changing so many things for so many young lives. I told her that the album we were listening to was a staple for anyone who has ever wondered what punk music is about, and how it was one of the most defining punk albums that I could think of. She wanted to know why.
I told her who Minor Threat was, what they did for music, the bands that followed them who they had inspired. I told her about their $5 cover, all-age shows and what that meant to kids that were my age at the time, wanting to see a band so badly you could feel it with every fiber of your being down into your bones, only to be turned away at the door because we weren't 18 years old yet.
I told her about the song Straight Edge, and how it set a standard that spawned a movement with young people. Funny how the song turned a bunch of "non-conformist" kids into such conformists. She asked what 'straight edge' meant, and when I told her, in her innocence she responded that teenagers don't do those things anyway. I told her that there are a lot of kids that drink and do drugs, and there will be pressure she will face to do things that she knows aren't right.
I laughed when she said "I can't even understand what he's saying." In due time, I'm certain she will discover Minor Threat again, with MacKaye's lyrics crystal clear to her. I'm just glad that it was me that introduced her to them.
|
|
