I am a procrastinating shopper

I always wait until the last minute to shop for gifts. This year was no exception. I did all my shopping in one single day.

I’ve refined my procrastination technique over the years. At least now a days I have a plan before I actually leave the house. Before I would wander around the Mall aimlessly for an entire day. (Yes I was one of THOSE guys)

#photooftheday #flower 7 days til Xmas!

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7 more days until Christmas!!

 

I am a creature of habit

2013-12-14 19.07.20Today I had a finite amount of time to squeeze in a workout due to scheduling. My schedule opened up last minute and I had a window of time to fit in a workout.

The problem I have is I’ve become so set in my ways when it comes to my workout that I don’t know how to act or move when my time is limited. You see, I tend to spend a lot of time warming up. Some say I spend too much time (OK, most would say it). I’ve admitted on more than one occasion that mobility is my crutch. I mobilize every part of my body, every time I step into the gym.

Well today was the first day I didn’t. Instead of spending 20-30 minutes warming up with stretching, mobility and flexibility. I spent 7 whole minutes mobilizing what felt tight and jumping right into movement specific warm-ups with the barbell before adding the weight and diving into my workout.

I was nervous and quite honestly convinced that I wouldn’t be able to complete the workout due to time, or due to inability from not being ‘properly warmed up’.

I was pleasantly proven wrong. I got through my workout with time to spare! Talk about being released from the mobility shackles!!! Heh heh

Chalk this up to a lesson learned… I can survive on minimal time warming up. There is still hope for this 40+ body.

 

Why are we never satisfied?

#photooftheday #sunset during our trip to River Valley Gorge this past summer. #365daysaphotoaday

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I was reflecting on how beautiful the weather was this past summer. How I wish this darn cold weather and rain would go away. That this Winter just plain ole’ stinks.

Then I remembered that a year ago we were buried under the #snowmageddon. We had 3+ straight days of constant snow. It was during this time last year that we earned the ‘snowiest city’ badge of honor.

I should be simply content that it’s cold and rainy… and I’m not traipsing through mountain-sized snow drifts to get in and out of my car.

If mother nature was listening… I’m sorry for not appreciating the cold rain. Seriously. I’m sorry.

 

It’s Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays…???

Or, “Keep the ‘Christ’ in Christmas”.

*sigh*

There’s just so much hate and negativity out there that it’s starting to infect the holidays. This recent debate (I say recent since I just started seeing these posts maybe in the last few years) talks about how we’re ‘ruining’ Christmas by calling it ‘Xmas’ or we’re not appreciating its significance for what it truly means when we say ‘Happy Holidays’. That we’re offending someone, some thing or somebody.

*sigh*

I’m really not sure of the how, why, who, or what started this whole debate, but it’s a real thing out there. I did some quick ‘Googlin’ and … wow!

I’m not here to debate the pros and cons, who’s right, and who is  wrong. I’m not here to point fingers at the media, retail, government or the advertising agencies. I’m not going to ramble on about holiday hours, holiday work parties, ‘Christmas’ gift-exchanges or diversity tolerance.

I’m simply here to offer my condolences to all the people of the world who have that much angst in their heart, that they need to cast this stone.

Regardless of your religion, regardless of your secular choices, of your ‘up-bringing’, your following, your neighborhood, your skin color, or which side of the sidewalk you walk on. I’m hoping that maybe we can all pause during this time of the year and just enjoy the life we are living.

Enjoy it.

For me, personally. I say Happy Holidays. I say Happy Holidays because there is more than one celebration going on this month. Hanukkah, Kwanza as well as a handful of other significant events are celebrated during just the month of December, let alone November or January. And I’m sure there are many more than I’ve missed.

I work with colleagues from different walks of life who don’t recognize any of the aforementioned Holidays. I work with colleagues who do.

My point is this. I remember during my childhood years in elementary and middle school reading and learning about this place being the ‘Great American Melting Pot’. Yet every single day we find new ways to separate and divide ourselves further and further. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m not immune or ignorant to the fact that our world has become a much danger place since my childhood)

Different is not wrong. It’s just different.

From my home to yours, Happy Holidays everyone. May you and yours find peace, joy and happiness.

(as if I could pass up the opportunity to share some School House Rocks!)

Eating Ice Cream as a kid

Soft Serve Chocolate Ice Cream

I loved ice cream. Chocolate was my favorite. I used to get out the ‘box’ of Neapolitan ice cream and carve out all the chocolate (you know you did it too!)

I would fill up my bowl full to the brim of that rock-hard frozen treat.

And then I would proceed to eat it slow enough to let it melt ever so slightly, and begin to stir my ice cream in my bowl. I would stir it so much that it would turn into my very own ‘home-made’ version of soft-serve ice cream (before the days of dairy queen).

I guess I’m still a kid at heart, because every time I get the traditional ice cream I find myself stirring the darn stuff in the bowl.

Maybe that’s why I prefer blizzards…?

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My blog name: My Strong Medicine

strong heart - stock vector

 

I’ve been blogging for…uhh… wow. I’ve been blogging for ~10 years. Officially have been blogging with a separate ‘dedicated’ blog for 8 of them and spent about a year-plus-or-so blogging on the old Yahoo 360 social network (which, in my humble opinion, is where the Facebook juggernaut got their inspiration and ideas) as well as tinkering with good ole’ Blogger (back when it was one a handful of blogging platforms) dating back to 2004-2005 era.

When I first created my blog ‘space’ back then I had intended to blog about health/wellness/fitness. In fact I did that for approx 18months (or so) under a different  blog name : 2bestrong.  I’m not quite sure why I chose that name.  Way back then I wanted to promote all-things health with the mental toughness to go along with it. Even back then I was all about mental ‘strength’.

As a new blogger I realized quickly how many fitness blogs were out there.. but not many nursing blogs. I wanted to find my niche’, but I wanted to keep blogging about my original topics. I thought, why not do both? I’ll blog about all-things health AND I’ll blog about all-things nursing. More specifically my journey as a nurse, and of course me being a MALE nurse (even back then I hated that connotation).

My topics of interest were all about the physical toughness, mental strength, metaphysical fortitude and of course my love for all-things nursing.

I’m pretty sure I took weeks, heck months to figure a name that was unique, had a ring to it, and of course had some good metadata draw for my blog’s SEO! (bet you didn’t think I knew or cared about SEO, did ya?!)

I wanted and loved the work ‘Strong’, but I just couldn’t find the ‘hook’ that I wanted for my blog. I started using domain name generator websites that would take keywords and mash them up into a ‘name’ for your website/blog. After A LOT of wasted hours I stumbled upon the phrase ‘Strong Medicine’. Ironically there was a TV show named ‘Strong Medicine’ that literally had just ended around the time I was creating this blog – not that the TV show has any application or relationship to my blog – just a fun fact for ya.

Needless to say, Strong Medicine, the domain name was taken (back then).

*sidebar – just did a quick Google search and that particular domain is no longer active. Weird?

But a little trick that many websites were utilizing back then (and still do to this day) was to ‘personalize’ your website’s name by adding ‘my’ to the front of the name.

Presto-chango… and POOF…

MY STRONG MEDICINE was born, circa 2008.

I liked it because the name could apply and be an umbrella to all the above words, terms and intentions of my blog: physical toughness, mental strength, metaphysical fortitude and of course my love for all-things nursing.

The only stretch of the imagination is the play on words between my world of nursing and the term medicine. Ehh, splitting hairs if you ask me. Medicine is nursing and nursing is medicine. But my life is more than nursing, and the term medicine can encapsulate so much about my life:

-medication, medicament, drug, prescription, pharmaceutical, dose, treatment, remedy, cure; nostrum, panacea, cure-all; informal meds; archaic physic.

-the science or practice of the diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of disease (in technical use often taken to exclude surgery).

-a compound or preparation used for the treatment or prevention of disease

-a spell, charm, or fetish believed to have healing, protective, or other power:

Six years later, and I’m still pretty happy with the name.

 

Image source: http://www.shutterstock.com/pic-116169541/stock-vector-strong-heart.html

 

I’ve never been a ‘bling’ wearing type of nurse…

Maybe because I’m a guy? Or maybe because I don’t have bling in my personal life outside of my career? Not sure.

I’ve just never been drawn to the cool gadgets as a nurse. And after my years of working in Trauma as well as Critical Care, I don’t wear a lanyard to hold my name badge. I avoid them all together.

(One of the few exceptions when I wore a lanyard to support a good cause)

Most patients in Trauma and/or Critical Care have a grabby-grab talent with a kung-fu grip. When they get a hold of something, they grasp it with a death grip. One too many times I’ve been ‘hung’ with a lanyard.

Can you imagine a confused/crazy/not-too-nice patient getting a hold of your lanyard. Talk about no escape?!

Oh, and don’t let those ‘quick-release’ lanyards fool you into a false sense of security. Trust me.

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