My time off of work… it always goes by so fast? #nurselife

7 days on, and 8 days off. I have one more day off. During the past 7 days I packed a busy week. I got to spend time doing what I love, coaching. Along with putting my hand on the barbell 4 out of the past 7 days training. So I couldn’t be happier. Top it all off with a weekend spent with my awesome family doing some belated birthday celebrations, and you can call that a pretty kick-##S week.

Here’s my week in pictures:

The sun was shining all week, which made for some awesome training weather during the early morn. I got to coach the 6am class early on in the week, so I’d stick around and train while enjoying the sunrise. Perfection.

This was my favorite one..

Along the way I discovered I think I broke some sort of ‘branding’ law by wearing all three major brands in one sitting…

My week off wouldn’t be complete without a few trips to the store. I decided to share one of my many hidden talents..

For some strange reason I ended catching a nagging head cold / allergy exacerbation (check this previous post: I don’t get sick … often? ). I still sucked it up and made the road trip home to visit my family for some belated birthday celebrations. So of course I have to practice what I preach:

Despite how crappy I was feeling, I wasn’t gonna let it ruin family-time.. insert McDonald’s-smile:

We spent a great weekend laughing and catching up with our family. I’m glad we did. I missed them. The more I’m away from them the more I realize how important they are to me, and the time I spend with them is a priority.

In the end, my weekend was partially (if not completely) fueled by:

Uhh…. Heeelloooh? I’m a nurse. Coffee. It’s what we do.

How was everyone’s weekend? I’m back to the grind on Tuesday for a short stint before another nice long weekend. A belated Wedding Anniversary get-away / celebration with my beautiful wife. :)

 

 

I don’t get sick….. often? Thank you D.A.B.D.A. #nurselife

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Two days ago I started to get a crazy runny nose out of one nostril. I immediately thought, “uh-oh”. I had hoped it was just the change in weather and my allergies kicking up a bit, but the runny nose lasted throughout the night and into the next day.

<uh-oh>

Oscillococcinum

So I did what every other person does. I started my long journey through the phases of grief (Thank you Kubler-Ross)

  • DENIAL- I am NOT sick
  • ANGER – why the hell am I getting sick at THIS time of the year? Seriously?
  • BARGAINING – OK, OK, I’m sorry. Let’s take some OTC herbal ‘cold fighting’ remedies. I’ll be happy with just a little head cold – PLEASE don’t let this be the flu!!!
  • DEPRESSION- being sick sucks. Gravity-dependent breathing is not fun.
  • ACCEPTANCE- alright. Fine. I’m sick. I guess I’ll take some crappy medicine to get through my day.

Catching a cold sucks.Needless to say, my night of sleep was..uhh… just dandy. I dragged my achy, block-headed self out of bed…

Natural Common Cold Remedies 1 Natural Common Cold Remedies

Straight to the medicine cabinet of course. Taking whatever decongestant/antihistamine/ anti-pyretic I could find.

We’re taking a road trip this weekend, and I need to be ‘awake and alert’. So me and those OTC meds will become BFF’s. Funny how I get a head cold now? At this time if the year?

Now that I think about it. My wife is a school nurse.. and she’s been mentioning a lot of ‘cold’s lately. Hmmphm. Maybe my immune system is not as strong as I thought? As a side note I take a healthy dose of Vitamin C every day.

Guess it was just the luck of the draw. Lots of rest and fluids, well fluids at least. LOL

 

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Water guns and… saline syringes… #nurselife

What do water guns and (pre-filled) saline syringes have in common?

https://www.medline.com/media/catalog/sku/emz/EMZ010401_HRE01.JPGThug Life....

That ceiling tile never had a chance.

Needless to say I break the seal on the syringes by pulling on the plunger first!! You’re welcome for that hot-tip.

;)

Sidebar: I think I’m starting to get comfortable sitting in front of the camera. …   ….    Weird.

 

 

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https://www.medline.com/media/catalog/sku/emz/EMZ010401_HRE01.JPG

http://tybeeisland.com/blog/surviving-tybee-beach-bum-2014/

 

Random thoughts after a long shift

I’m trying to get more comfortable in front of the camera (phone)…

Just some random thoughts as I make it half-way through my work week.

 

The Day I Should Have Died | Happy Re-birthday To Me

I consider myself a pretty luck man. Heck, I’d call myself blessed. I know the value of my life and continually appreciate it, no matter how ‘tough’ things may get. Today is my re-birthday. 13 years ago on September 15, 2001 I was given a wonderful gift. I had someone attempt to take my life away from me. (Wow, 13 years?)

I’ll admit it. Before that fateful day, I was just as jaded, jagged and miserable as many other human beings who occupy this earth are. I was always pissed off at the world. I continually wanted to know when the universe would stop shitting on me. I bitched at everything and everyone. My temper roller-coastered like it was my full-time job. I had your typical bad luck, bad girlfriends, bad relationships, bad jobs, etc, etc. Yeah, I was a miserable ole’ cuss. I can’t say ‘positivity’ was part of my repertoire. I was going nowhere fast, and I just couldn’t seem to get a leg up. I was simply treading water.

Then someone tried to kill me. I blogged about it in 2008 on this very blog (hard to believe). Every year I re-share the original blog post. It’s cathartic for me and my loved ones. It’s important to me, because I want the reminder. And I’d like you to have the reminder too, life is fleeting.

Let me tell you a story (that I wrote many moons ago)…

It’s been 7 years.

This time of the year always has a special place in most of America’s hearts. September 11, 2001 is a date none of us will soon forget. It changed the face of our nation and impacted our world in a way none of us could have ever imagined. Emily (crzegrl) shared here views of how it impacted her.

At the risk of diminishing or making that day any less than it really was. This time of the year has a very different meaning for me. I do remember September 11th. I do remember what I was doing that day. I do remember how I felt and how the world around me changed. But it’s not what is in the forefront of my mind.

September 15, 2001

My Re-Birthday.

It’s been 7 years.

It was a Saturday. (Yes I remember it that well)

There was a time in my life when I was not active in healthcare (It was a short time). I had stepped away from the healthcare setting and returned to my career in retail. Retail had helped pay my way through college, and then it was the way to put food on the table after college was over. My career in healthcare wasn’t paying the bills, and retail was a better option (at the time).

It was a typical Saturday night. I was one of the midnight managers on duty. Part of my responsibility as a manager was to hold the night-shift meeting with the over-night employees.

This particular night we decided to have an open forum concerning the difficulties people may or may not be having with the current state of affairs. The terrorists attacks were affecting everyone, and we wanted to let our employees know we cared.


I can’t say I remember how it happened.

I can’t say I was prepared for it.

It happened in time ‘slices’.


I was talking with the over-night group of employees. It was me in front of approximately 20 others. Half-way through the meeting and in mid-sentence I can vaguely remember an ‘itching’ or ‘biting’ feeling on my neck.

….??

It wasn’t anything out the ordinary. I chalked it up to one of the bodily aches or pains I have no explanation for. (Like when I get a shooting pain in my finger that comes a goes in a matter of 7 seconds)

It got more quiet. It was like I could only hear the fans of the air conditioning running. I guess the only way to explain it… is things seemed to slow down.. immensely. Like the slo-mo option on a VCR/DVD player.

I don’t know what happened next. Or should I say I don’t know which came first. The banshee-like shrieking screams or the shadow of a person coming out of my left peripheral vision. All I know is that it was a startling moment.

The Scream.

The Shadow.

And I reflexively look to my left.

I remember saying to my self, “Hmm, why is Jane (we’ll call her Jane for identity purposes) standing so close to me. She should be sitting out in the crowd with the rest of the group.”

She’s now advancing towards me. “What is she doing?”

Her left arm is raised in the air. I think she’s going to take a swing at me. So out of reflex, I block her left arm. I block her arm with my R arm and grab her swinging arm with my L hand. Then I grasp her swinging arm with both hands.

I can’t quite figure out why she’s trying to hit me?

Another handful of screams.

Through the tussle and wrestling of her arm I realize my hand is full of blood??? In fact I have blood on both my hands?

“OK. Who’s blood is this?”, I blurt out with a sense of sarcasm.

… ??

More screams.

… ??

Wait a minute.

What’s that in Jane’s hand?

Is that..?

No way.

Wholly SH#T. Jane has a knife in her hand.

“The blood is YOURS! She cut your throat. Your bleeding from your neck!!!!!!”, a voice from the crowd cries out hysterically.

Now, I’m no idiot. I know the inner workings of the human body. I’m pretty well versed in what anatomical structures are located in the neck.

I know I’m still breathing. I’m not chocking. Not having any trouble moving air.

???

At the same time Jane is tackled by a single employee from behind. Then another, then another. And then more. It takes close to 5 people to get her down.

I put my hand on my neck.. and sure enough … nothing but blood.



Yep. It’s a true story. I was attacked from behind with a swiss army knife by an employee of mine, in front of approximately 20 people. She sliced my neck almost from ear to ear.

Here are the finer points of the story:

- she used a very dull and old swiss army knife

- she did not use the blade side of the knife and drag it across my neck to cut me. She used the knife in a stabbing motion and scraped the tip of the knife across the length of my neck

- she never spent a night in jail. She had a psychiatric evaluation. Her medications were adjusted. And that’s the last thing I was told (Please don’t ask.. I don’t know what the heck happen concerning her lawful conviction)

- Yes, I have a Keloid scar that has taken 7 yrs to slowly diminish on my neck. (The intent of the ED physician was to use the smallest/thinnest suture possible so to NOT leave a scar, and it did the exact opposite)

-The only entertaining piece of all this was that when the 911 call was made. All the EMS arrived expecting to see a decapitated man. And I mean ALL of the EMS. For the small town I was in, I think I counted 4 Ambulances and 6 marked Police and 2 unmarked Police cars.


There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about that day. It changed my life. We always whine and complain about some of the most ridiculous things in life that seem so very important at the time. Everything from being late for work, being stuck in traffic, having to wait in line in the grocery store, having a poor wait staff wait on you at the restaurant, or having to sit in coach for a 4hr flight… the list is endless. Everyone hates having a bad day.

I touched on my theory about life and how bad your day really was in a previous blog post: Blinking & Breathing, I can’t complain.

I’m not perfect. I do have stress in my life. I do have those ‘Pull out your hair’ moments and those “all I wanna do is scream” moments. But I’m always grounded and reminded by my profession and by my past that maybe you and/or I not having THAT bad of a day.

September 15th is my Re-Birthday. I was given a second chance at life. For some strange reason, I survived that incident. I will never know why. I questioned it for a long time, and never got the answer I wanted until I realized there was no answer. I’m here. I’m staying here. I’m not going anywhere. And while I’m here, I’m making the most of my stay.

Here’s what scares me sometimes when I think about my attack.

As an employee for the retail store I worked for, each employee is issued a box cutter. The only reason I’m still here is because Jane had bad aim, and a dull swiss army knife.

What if she would have used the box cutter instead of her swiss army knife?

Nope.

I don’t have bad days anymore.

Carpe Diem

Via Happy Re-Birthday To Me | My Strong Medicine

Last summer we moved to a new city. With the move came new friends. When my face was still new, I had a friend comment on my ‘positivity’ and being ‘always happy’. I told her there was a story behind my obsessive passion for being happy, but that I’d it to her later. I plan on sharing this post with her (Thanks Allison).

This is the reason I’m always positive. Why I greet every morning with my:

“Gewwwwwwd morning”

I get to be here another day.

Many great things have happened to me since that scary day.

I became a Registered Nurse, I met and married my soul mate, and now I’m working as an Acute Care Nurse Practitioner, a job I truly love. I’ve re-kindled my love for teaching as well as coaching. My love for exercise and fitness has blossomed into becoming a CF-L1 Trainer at my new CrossFit gym. They truly are my extended family.

I’m not too sure where I’d be today had I not gone ‘under the knife’ so-to-speak. I can admit that I wouldn’t have the abundance of happiness I possess now. What I do know is that I took a tragic, frightening and possibly life-paralyzing event and turned it into something positive. Positive for me, and hopefully positive for anyone who’s around me.

This might sound a bit cliche’… or it might sound a bit phony.. but I needed someone to try and steal my most prize possession (my life) for me to truly appreciate its merit. And for that, I couldn’t be happier.

Thank you all for being a part of my life.

You Like Me….!

Sally Field – You Like Me, You Really, Really, Like Me – YouTube.

You like me, right now, you like me! It seems, for the moment, that I’m sharing the same feelings as good ole’ Sally back in 1984. Sure, I’m not accepting any real awards, but it seems as of late my readers are ‘liking’ what I’m doing.

For those of you who still pay attention to me out there on the internets, my weekly YouTube show, The Sean Dent Show, which is part of the Scrubs Beat channel is doing fairly well. I believe we’re almost 2 months into this adventure and the viewer interest is starting to gain some momentum.

If you remember, I share this weekly show with the already infamous Katie Duke (yes, THAT nurse from NY MED). I mentioned this new adventure previously here and here. Of course Katie would draw the crowd, I mean she’s pretty awesome to watch. But I never really thought people would be interested in watching me and what I have to say on video.

Here’s my latest video, where I talk about nurses “Getting a life”

Apparently I was wrong. Scrubs Beat is partnered with Scrubs Magazine. Yes, the very same folks I have been blogging with for the past five years. It seems that my blog readers are starting to watch me on YouTube and it’s continuing to gain momentum.

In response to my new-found popularity and in an effort to refine my interaction with my readers and viewers I created a separate ‘Fan Page’ on Facebook.

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Yep. Me. A Fan Page on Facebook. (A public figure!…. sounds so important doesn’t it?)

Who would have thunk it?
Sean Dent

Promote Your Page Too

I’m curious to see how this plays out?? I mean, really? Me? Measly ole’ small-time blogger. With a fan page now?

I don’t foresee me becoming some internet celebrity, but hey I might as well enjoy it while I can. If you’re on Facebook, and have any interest in what I’m doing…. can a guy get a like??

Hang on tight folks, this could be quite a ride.

 

Only silence. I have not forgotten.

9/11: A Day In History We Will Never Forget

It’s been 13 years. While I was not near any of the attacks, and I was not part of the service at the time. But, just like so many other Americans, I can still remember that day vividly.

May those who lost their lives, rest in peace. And those who have survived and lost loved ones, a heart felt thank you. I have not forgotten. Many of us have not forgotten.

 

Image source: http://elitedaily.com/life/culture/911-day-history-forget/