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Include everyone you would like to attend in your invitations – even if you’re 99% sure they’ll say no.
Sometimes it’s just nice to be asked.
♥ Watching my neighbor “sneak” doggy treats to my pups ♥ Witnessing my brother’s proposal to his girlfriend ♥ Making pies ♥ Coworkers calling to check on me after I call in sick ♥ Fresh veggies from my neighbor’s garden ♥ Making “thank you” banana nut muffins ♥ Being cozy inside while it thunders away ♥ Cheesecake for breakfast♥ Bridesmaid dress shopping ♥ Growing my hair ♥ A hug so tight I can’t breathe ♥ Late night conversations ♥ Quality time while stuck in traffic ♥ Puppies ♥ Packages in the mail ♥ Precepting a great new nurse ♥ Helping someone cross a few items off her life list ♥
Apologize for my singleness.
To someone so wholly unrelated to my life and happiness.
To someone who didn’t even ask.
My youngest brother recently got engaged. It was a sweet proposal that included all their family and friends.
Their pastors were included, and the pastor’s wife was talking to my mother when she commented that it must be so exciting.
My mother replies, “Yes. We skipped the first and the third*, but it’s okay. The girls are waiting for the right man.”
* Sibling order: Me, Brother, Sister, Brother.
Thank you for marginalizing my life and my choices.
I’m not living a full life. I’m waiting for someone.
Don’t do it again, Mom.
I ran my first 5K.
It was also my first race since high school cross country.
I had forgotten how much fun the energy can be.
I guess I’ll have to do it again.
My little bird is doing great after breaking his beak back in March. The top has grown nearly all the way down. Without the top beak there, the bottom beak grows unrestrained. This is the second time I’ve had to take him to get it cut down so that it doesn’t interfere with his eating. I still hand feed him some baby food every other day or so. He’s gotten spoiled the last few months.
He turns 14 this month. He’s very sweet, and I always thought that was because he was a hand fed baby. According to my vet, lovebirds don’t usually stay nice. Pip is extra special.
*** This vet visit sponsored by a New Balance shoebox.
I was preparing a patient’s discharge when his wife arrived to take him home.
She met me in the hall and told me she needed to talk to me. There had been an incident yesterday, and she wouldn’t bring it up now except that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
“I don”t want to get anybody in trouble, but….
Sometime between one and four in the afternoon, our aide was making rounds. She went to his room, walked straight up to him past a few visitors, and said ‘Have you had a BM today?’
That was rude, crude, and unacceptable. She could have written that on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Or come back later, but she seemed like she was in such a hurry.”
I did what I always do when an idiotic complaint is made.
1. Keep a straight face.
2. Thank the whiner for bringing the nonexistent problem to my attention.
3. Tell them that I will speak to whoever did nothing wrong.
4. Ask if they need to speak to the charge nurse or nurse manager.
“Oh, no honey. I’m going to administration. This needs to go to the top and trickle down.”
Keep a straight face. Keep a straight face. Keep a straight face.
“I understand. You do what you have to do. I’ll let my supervisors know to expect that call.”
She marched herself down the hall.
I had a good laugh with my charge nurse at the station.
I had a good laugh with my nurse manager in his office.
I had a good laugh with my house supervisor on the phone.
And promised to get them out of here as quickly as I could.
Done and done.
1. Take my PCCN.
2. Take my visiting cousin on two day trips.
3. Run my first 5K.
4. Get rid of my bladder infection.
And that’s it.
Taking my PCCN by the end of the month is going to require some serious studying. I want to finally get it done before work evaluations in July. I’ll be using the “Don’t Break the Chain” method, because it has been so useful in my running goals.
My 3 mile run last night was the easiest it has ever been. I was smiling like a crazy person during the last 2 laps. I credit that to running more regularly and my massive water intake due to said bladder infection. Apparently being well-hydrated helps you run. I know.
My cousin will be with me for two weeks this month. Hers is a bit of a sad story with a lot of family drama and turmoil.
I battled this UTI once before with a week of antibiotics. My follow-up lab work showed – in the office nurse’s words – “There’s still something going on.” So I’m in the middle of a 2 week course, and my infection’s sidekick has reared his sneaky, yeasty head. Feminine itch, my ass.
