Pleasantly confused?

😫😯 Had a long night at work glad it's over. 😊 #work #nightshifts #nursingproblems

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There is the confused patient.

….

Then, there is the pleasantly confused patient.

As a nurse, these two patient’s make for two VERY different days on shift.

‘Nuff said.

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Nurses: Changing your first ostomy bag

You want me to do what?

They did what do someone’s colon?

A what? A stoma? I don’t know what that is, but it doesn’t sound good.

I remember looking at the appliance thinking to myself… ‘that does not look right’. I mean there was an orifice where there shouldn’t be one! (my apologies to all the brave folks out there who live with an ostomy, forgive me. I was very naive)

I started at the stoma within the appliance. Then I stared at the stoma and the bag….

THE BAG…..

Wait a minute… why does that bag look like it’s going to explode? Isn’t there you-know-what in that bag? And you want me to disconnect that thing?!

ON PURPOSE?!

And that smell!? Oh man, oh man, oh man.

I was just like everyone else. I remember the hot mess I made trying to change my first ostomy bag. Wow. It wasn’t pretty. In fact… If memory serves me right… I had to ‘change’ the bag three times before I stopped making a bigger mess than the time before.

I mean …. Stool. Was. Everywhere. I lost count on how many times I apologized to that patient. This is one of those skills they do NOT teach you in nursing school.

The best piece of advice I can give every nurse out there… is to pin down your in-house wound care nurse and have them show you the ropes. They have magic hands, they really do.

As for the throwing up part… (see pic above)

You might wanna master the art of the mouth breathe….

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFt3SdKzreE

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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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