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*sidebar – just did a quick Google search and that particular domain is no longer active.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

 

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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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What. A. Day.

It was one of those days at work.

A no lunch sort of day.

A ‘did I pee today?’ kind of day.

A ‘you got to be kidding me’ kind of day.

A ‘is it really that time’ kind of day.

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This is the song that neh-ver ends….

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I’m home long enough to grab dinner, and pretty much turn in for the night. I’m up again tomorrow early to do it all over again.

I love my job. I truly do.

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Crack a’ lackin’ cold weather…

Bone-dry weather conditions in the frozen  tundra coupled with being a nurse who has the nasty lil’ habit of ‘over-washing’ their hands usually results in those subtle but deadly fingerprint cracks.

I swear these lil’ cracks sting like something fierce.

No matter how diligently I keep my hands soft and apply some sort of moisturizer, it never fails I get those darn cracks. And this time around, I got them on both index fingers in approximately the same place?

Weird.

These are the #firstworldproblems of being a nurse. Heh heh.


Today’s photo of the day 3/365:

A week of ups, downs, side-tracks and embracing the grind

I really need to blog more. As a blogger for Scrubs Magazine and a Vlogger (is that even a word?) for Scrubs Beat, I’ve been siphoning all my creative juices, thoughts and opinions for them. As a result I’ve been hesitant to tippity-type anything related to nursing on my personal blog. I was once told to ‘save the talent’ for the bigger audience. I mean lets get serious here, there are a lot more readers and viewers over at Scrubs, than on my lil ole’ blog.

But I digress.

I’ve been busy as usual living the dream. Dividing my time between saving lives and improving fitness. This week at work was draining. It was busy.

Let me re-phrase that. It was a bit of a mad-house for 3 of my 4 shifts.

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As usual I can’t really divulge the details of that info. (I have to practice what I preach.. and keep that darn HIPAA ‘hippo’ under wraps). No need to go breaching protocols and breaking laws at the expense of ‘venting’ on my blog.

Let’s just say, I left 2hrs late 3 out of 4 shifts. It was one of those weeks. LOL.

Training this week sort of stunk. I think I may have been over-training? Or not enough sleep. Not sure. Regardless I was missing lifts and weights that should be a no-brainer lift. After this week’s set-back, I decided to change my game plan a bit. I stopped short of completing my previous program that involved high volume complexes and changed over to a simple strength emphasis.

I signed up for a weightlifting competition the weekend of Thanksgiving. So I’m exactly three weeks out and I need to focus on hitting my numbers and stop worrying so much about increasing my numbers.

I decided to punish myself a bit after a crap-tastic lifting session over last weekend and dig into some pause squats:

They actually felt really good. I’ve talked a lot about my fear of squatting heavy since my hip injury over the summer, and these pause back squats felt solid. So it was a nice confidence booster. And I wasn’t sore or achey afterwards, so no DOMS.

I did a lot of technique work with my Clean & Jerk:

And then played around with my OverHead Squat:

It was a nice rebound for the end of my week, after struggling with the basics. I took a schedule rest day from the barbell and decided to work on some dynamic mobilizing and then out of the blue worked up to a max static box jump. It was only a mild 1/4 inch increase, but an increase nonetheless. It felt good seeing as I did this pretty cold:

Work is going great. Precepting a handful of NP students right now, and I’m having fun watching them work through the process of leaping from classroom to clinical practice. It’s surreal being the preceptor and not the student, but thoroughly enjoyable. I definitely love to teach.

Our barbell club is finding its footing. We have a steady influx of athletes who are growing a learning every day.

I have a handful of athletes who will be joining me during that weightlifting competition in three weeks, so we have been pretty focused. The bad thing is I can’t really stuff my face during the Thanksgiving holiday, otherwise I might not make my weight for the competition. I need to stay in my 85kg weight class.

Coaching is still as fun as ever, my job is still as fun as ever.

Living the dream here people. Living the dream.

Daylight saving time. The ‘White Elephant’ of nursing.

It’s that time of year again. Time to ‘Fall back’. Daylight saving time is our wacky tradition of time-warping our clocks twice a year in an effort to have more ‘daylight’ in our every day lives. Well, at least in theory. There’s all sorts of arguments for and against this crazy habit. Does it truly expose us to more sunlight? Are we really saving money on electricity?

We all blame (err sorry, I mean credit). We all credit good ole Ben Franklin for coming up with this grand scheme, but it seems DST was not a Ben Franklin original idea. We can thank some dude  from New Zealand named Hudson.

But I digress. Back to that ‘White Elephant’ thing.

A white elephant is a possession which its owner cannot dispose of and whose cost, particularly that of maintenance, is out of proportion to its usefulness. The term derives from the story that the kings of Siam, now Thailand, were accustomed to make a present of one of these animals to courtiers who had rendered themselves obnoxious in order to ruin the recipient by the cost of its maintenance. In modern usage, it is an object, scheme, business venture, facility, etc., considered without use or value

The expressions “white elephant” and “gift of a white elephant” came into common use in the middle of the nineteenth century. The phrase was attached to “white elephant swaps” and “white elephant sales” in the early twentieth century. Many church bazaars held “white elephant sales” where donors could unload unwanted bric-a-brac, generating profit from the phenomenon that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Many organizational and church fairs still use the term today. In general use a “white elephant” usually refers to an item that’s not useful (decorative) but may be expensive and odd.

DST is the ‘white elephant’ of a nurse’s working world. During the Spring season, we ‘jump forward’ and set our clocks one hour forward at 0200. For those of us who work that NOC shift, we lose an hour of pay. For those who don’t work will lose an hour of sleep.

Then, in the Fall season, we ‘fall back’ and turn our clocks back one hour at 0200. If you happen to work that NOC shift, you have to work an extra hour (a dreaded 12hr shift becomes 13hr). For those not on NOC shift, you get an extra hour of sleep.

The only time this whole DST is actually beneficial is when you are not working in the fall on the night of the ‘leap’. You will technically get an extra hour of sleep. As for all the other given scenarios, there is no benefit what-so-ever.

So. DST. The white elephant. It’s both a blessing and a curse. It’s an item that really has no use (non of which have been consistently proven) and it can be expensive for those losing an hour of pay… and of course it’s odd as ever.

How many times have you started your day on Sunday, or even that following Monday and things just seem a bit ‘off’…..

 

 

That first question on an exam….

 

Was it just me, or did that first question on an exam make or  break you? I mean seriously. When the first question on the exam tripped me up, confused me or completely perplexed me… my confidence for the remainder of the exam went down the tubes.

All I could think was, “Good gawd… please don’t let me fail, please don’t let me fail”.

I would wonder, did I even study this stuff??!!!

Am I alone on this one??

Image source: Taking a test – iFunny :.