My blog name: My Strong Medicine

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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*sidebar – just did a quick Google search and that particular domain is no longer active.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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Cat owners, don’t waste your money

If you own a cat you’ve probably already figured out this very important nugget of information regarding cats and their toys.

Don’t buy them.

Don’t waste your money on pricey cool toys. Don’t waste your money on cheap cute toys. Just stick to what is available in your house. For instance, save every box you have:

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Good grief do they love boxes.

Oh… and shoe laces.

The all or nothing principle of hair

I’ve been shaving my head for the better part of my life now. I honestly have forgotten what life was like with hair on my head.

Many moons ago when I was in (my first round of college) I lost my hairline over one summer. I discovered it one fateful day after a day out in the sun. I came home, showered and was ‘attempting’ to brush my hair became painful. After much investigating I discovered I had burned my scalp on top of my head… because the hair that used to be there… was … uhh… thinning.

The short version of this story is that I chose the ‘all or nothing’ principle when it came to me and the hair on my head. I either wanted all of it… or none of it. If I couldn’t grow a full head of hair… I was shaving it off.

Needless to say when I first took the razor to my scalp, it was not accepted as a norm in society like it is today. I remember getting accused of being a ‘skin head’ many times.

I can thank the ‘WWF’ with the likes of ‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin and “Goldberg’ for making a bald white guy an OK thing.

Driving Little boy blue

Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow,
The cow’s in the corn;
Where is that boy
Who looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack
Fast asleep.
Will you wake him?
Oh no, not I,
For if I do
He will surely cry.

When you have to (want to) honk your car horn. What kind of ‘honker’ are you (is that even a word)?  I’m not too concerned at the reason for the honk, but more about the ‘type’ of honk.

Do ya tap on it quick and firm?

Do you tap on it like your delivering Morse code?

Or do you lay into the horn for minutes on end trying to shove your hand through the dashboard (like me)?

I wonder what your ‘honking’ says about your personality??


Things that make you go hmmm…

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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.


This is the song that neh-ver ends….


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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A different type of cold weather training


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I coach & train at an old-school garage-style stone-walled CrossFit (box) gym. When I mean garage-style I literally mean it’s a garage. 4 walls of nothing but brick and numerous rolling doors. Don’t get me wrong, I love that damn place. I truly do. I love everything about my home away from home. But it’s a garage with minimal indoor heating (the walls retain the cold temps for the better part of 6 months out of the year).

In the winter months it gets a tad bit ‘nippy’. We layer our clothing and peel off as we get ‘warmed-up’.

What makes things worse for someone like me, is that I coach after a full day at work. I occasionally workout after a full day of work. So my gym bag with all my gym-rat gear sits in my car, in the cold, for up to 12-14hrs. And in my part of the world it can get pretty cold.

You can imagine how enjoyable it is to leave work, head to the gym to coach/train. I have to change into my sub-zero cooled clothing.


Talk about a shock to the system.



Yeah, like I said. I different type of cold weather training.

I guess if I really had to, or felt the urge I could lug my gym bag into work and leave it in my office for the day?


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