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My grandmother and father gifted me with long, skinny, and bony feet. That alone would have eliminated being a foot model as a possible career choice, but I also inherited a matching set of bunions.
Those bunions have been a sore spot. They hurt throughout any preteen and teenage growth spurts. Just accidentally rubbing one foot on the other would send a burning pain up my foot. Later, they didn’t bother me much as long as I stayed away from shoes that put pressure on them. Right. As long as they didn’t touch my bunions a certain way, they were okay to wear. Shoe shopping was not fun. Tennis shoes were about the only kind that I could always wear comfortably.
It wasn’t until I began working as a nurse that my feet started to hurt regularly again. After three 12-hour shifts, I would feel that familiar ache. After a year on the floor, I was only able to wear my tennis shoes and one pair of flats comfortably. A couple of years later, I was talking to people who had a bunionectomy done. Five years later, I was ready to get it done. I met with the doctor to get x-rays and discuss my best options. I just needed to call her nurse to schedule.
There never seems to be a good time to schedule a procedure that will require months off work. A couple of months after that appointment, an afternoon motorcycle lesson left me unable to wear even tennis shoes without a lot of pain. That eventually subsided after a couple of days ,but the pain never completely left. I finally made the call.
The surgery day went smoothly. My sister took the day off to take me. Pre-op teaching was done, the IV was started, and fluids were hung. I remember nothing after the Versed except for a fuzzy memory of them strapping my arms down. I woke up crying in the recovery room. “Is it over?” “Yes, it’s over. Are you hurting?” Again and again the nurses asked if I was in pain. I couldn’t feel anything, but I couldn’t stop the tears. They wiped my face for me. I looked around at the monitor, but I couldn’t see since I had no glasses or contacts. I asked how the monitor looked. She told me my heart rate. “How’s the rhythm?” Sinus. I started shivering, and someone turned up the warm air that flowed through my surgical gown. I heard one nurse ask the other about my toes. She said she was going to call my doctor. “I work in telemetry. What are you calling the doctor about?” My toes were dusky, and they just wanted to make sure that was to be expected. It was. I asked to be sat up and for my glasses.
I was moved into another recovery area without all the extra monitors and oxygen mask. My sister was able to meet me there, and it wasn’t much later that we were able to leave.
My mom met us at my house, and together they helped me get into bed. The power was out. My sister lit some candles. We had forgotten to buy ice packs prior to the surgery, so my mother left to get them and came back with some Taco Bell for me – two bean burritos with no onion and extra cheese. I got out of bed later to watch Parenthood. And then I went back to bed. Still no pain, for that wonderful nerve block lasted over two days.
Moral of the story: nerve blocks are awesome.
I’m on my way to visit my brother and his family in Pennsylvania.
They made a few special requests: Bluebell ice cream and boudain.
Not all airport and airline personnel are aware that I can carry on dry ice.
I have three separate printouts from the airline, TSA, and the FAA saying I can.
It’s been fun.
I’ve finally added a WordPress app to my Blackberry.
What was the wisest decision you made this year, and how did it play out?
The wisest decision I made this year was to actively seek out happiness in my life.
The concept of happiness is often an abstract, vague picture. How do you measure happiness? How do you create happiness in your own life?
I was introduced to the idea of a real pursuit of happiness through Gretchen Rubin’s blog The Happiness Project. I was intrigued, so I started my own project.
I’ve been keeping a list on the left sidebar. Most of that list comes from postings on Rubin’s blog. Each is personal to me in some way.
I’ve learned over the year, though, that the first is the most important: Set a bedtime. I’m not the best person I can be without sleep. I just don’t have the energy to pursue my own happiness without it.
I’ve been using this list to help me make decisions.
Should I go to my high school reunion?
Should I try for that new job?
Should I say yes to that date?
I’m not saying I made terrible decisions before, but I know that even while desiring change I often shrink from the process to get there.
This list is a reminder to me that I need to take active steps to ensure my happiness.
My happiness project is better than any old New Year’s Resolutions.
These are my life’s resolutions.
** I’m rather late to the Reverb10 party, a chance to reflect on the past and coming year.
Last Friday was the most depressing shift I’ve ever worked.
My manager was fired that morning. No one knows any details, but the details are irrelevant when you consider how administration handled the whole situation. I can’t really imagine what my manager could have done to warrant their behavior. Her office is not hidden in some back hall. It is right in front of our station, next to the elevators, and in the middle of any traffic. She had come in early that morning to finish up some evaluations. The unit was in the middle of a typical morning rush when her office was suddenly swarming with security, administration, HR, etc. It was a very public and humiliating spectacle played out in front of patients, family, doctors, and staff. After they escorted her away, they brought in big trash cans and shredders to her office. Not even closing the door, they stood there ripping things off the wall, shredding paper, and throwing stuff away. It was so inconsiderate to an already stunned and hurt unit. What kind of loyalty am I supposed to feel toward an organization who would treat a 20+ year employee that way? What could she possibly have done to deserve that treatment?
It was nothing but wave after wave of bad news for the staff after that. Someone got a call about a grandchild’s brain tumor. Someone is having to deal with a child that has attempted suicide… again. A fellow nurse committed suicide. And more. It just never stopped coming. By the end of the shift, my unit was emotionally exhausted.
There’s supposed to be a meeting Monday to let us know what will happen next.
Update 09/20/10: No meeting. I didn’t go in until 3:00p, but the other nurses said administration hadn’t said a word. The staff is talking, of course, and the main word is that our manager was fired over words she exchanged with the house supervisor and director sometime last week. I was there the night some very poor decisions were being made over pulling people unnecessarily to open a unit that didn’t need to be opened – at least at that time. Our manager was called to let her know what was happening, and then she made phone calls. I don’t know what those words were or how heated or coarse the exchange got. But *if* that is what happened, a 20+ year employee and manager got fired over standing up for her unit. Nice.
I was petting my dog yesterday morning when she pulled away while crying out in pain. I took a closer look and saw that her right ear was swollen. It was almost completely fluid-filled from base to tip. (If you have a dog, lightly pinch his or her ear. You should only feel that thin, fleshy layer. My dog’s ear left my thumb and index finger about an inch apart.)
I took her to the vet. He immediately diagnosed it as a hematoma. She had to be sedated for an I&D and then remain at the vet the rest of the afternoon.
Exam - $40
Sedative – $55
Surgery – $50
Recovery time - $9
Antibiotic inj – $23
Antibiotics (1 wk) – $16
Heartguard (2 dogs) – $84
We return next week for a follow-up.
Health care is expensive for everyone.
I don’t normally get riled up when driving, but the one exception is a particular stretch of road on my way to work.
It’s simple enough, really. If you want to take the left ramp, stay on the left. If you want to go right, merge to the right.
The problem comes from the idiots who refuse to merge until the last minute. All the safe and efficient drivers have already placed themselves in the right lane earlier. Ideally, there should be a nice smooth entrance to the highway without any need to slow the traffic. Instead, you get this:
It’s one thing to merge later when there’s little traffic, but to pull that shit during rush hour is unforgivable. And it’s not as if these are drivers who were unable to change lanes earlier. They simply speed past the other drivers, who are not driving slowly, to create a mess at the entrance. They slow traffic to a crawl as they force themselves into the merge at the very last bit of ramp.
Leaving me to exclaim, “Fucker…fucker…fucker…fucker…” to each and every irresponsible driver who would not only slow me and everyone else down – but put us at greater risk for accidents.
The only satisfaction I get is when an 18-wheeler or some other enormous vehicle sees this shit and moves over to straddle the line, blocking those idiot drivers. I love those guys.
Muted Gold from KILZ Casual Colors
Oh – and I learned how to use a paint sprayer. Fun times. After pictures of the den and living room to come soon.