My five days off in a row just went to hell.
My colleague is apparently ill. So ill I get to work 5 12 hour shifts in a row. Woo-freaking-A-hoo.
I'm exhausted after 3 12's let alone 5.
I'm feeling quite hostile to the fact there's only two of us and one of us has some serious health issues. One of us (me) is going to have some serious stress related health issues if I keep covering someone's ass.
GRRRRRRRR.
I was really looking forward to five whole days off especially after covering for several days last month(the 72 hours of torture due to snow debacle) and covering several days this month.
McArmy goes back to Georgia on Tuesday. I don't know if he wanted to spend any time with me but now I really don't have the option.
I'm scheduled to work my regular Monday and Tuesday so no good byes there.
There's a sale at Life Uniform starting Thursday and I need smaller scrubs. Again. Down to medium pants and large tops. Grey's scrubs on sale and I need about four pairs. Life Uniform is at the mall closer to my house, far away from work. Not gonna get there until Saturday. Grrrrrrrrr.
I know I'm whining now. I'm cranky and ever-so-slightly hostile at the thought of five days of soul sapping in a row.
I hope each one of you have a better week than I'm having!!!!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Conflicted
I know how much I wanted a job, as a nurse.
I know you all read my whiny posts during my long search for employment...
I dread going to work the next few days.
I dream about all the residents and the issues I deal with each day I work. Perhaps they aren't dreams, but nightmares. I don't know, I just know they make it difficult to get a restful night.
I guess I'm just tired.
Not ungrateful per se, just very tired.
Tired of "officially" working ten hour days that are really 14 hour days.
Tired of covering for certain people who aren't meeting the required minimum standards of care let alone what should be the standards of care.
Tired of going above and beyond my 30 hours a week physically, emotionally, and to the point of exhaustion.
Tired of knowing no one really cares about the extra effort.
Just so very tired right now.
I know you all read my whiny posts during my long search for employment...
I dread going to work the next few days.
I dream about all the residents and the issues I deal with each day I work. Perhaps they aren't dreams, but nightmares. I don't know, I just know they make it difficult to get a restful night.
I guess I'm just tired.
Not ungrateful per se, just very tired.
Tired of "officially" working ten hour days that are really 14 hour days.
Tired of covering for certain people who aren't meeting the required minimum standards of care let alone what should be the standards of care.
Tired of going above and beyond my 30 hours a week physically, emotionally, and to the point of exhaustion.
Tired of knowing no one really cares about the extra effort.
Just so very tired right now.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Christmas Points to the Cross
The title of the post is a phrase my pastor used last night at the Christmas Eve service. People who aren't believers might not get the reference. (That's cool, no judgement)
To my surprise I received a gift from my spouse (aided in his gift choice by McArmy) very similar to the above picture.
Awesome.
Very relevant to my personal faith and beliefs.
Sometimes, all things work according to God's purpose....
Friday, December 24, 2010
To Each And Every Soldier and their Families
Happy Holidays
and thanks.
Many Thanks.
May God bless each of you!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Working in LTC Can Be Sad
The two residents who broke their hips last month, well, they aren't coming back.
Current statistics tell us elderly folks who break a hip die within 12 months 90% of the time.
Yeah.
My sweet, happy, political activist guy will be dead by the end of the week. He's now on a ventilator and basically gone. He was as independent as one can be with COPD and in a scooter. This man was a dreamer of the hippy variety (in the most positive sense of that phrase). He sent emails and attended local town hall meetings because he believed it was possible to make a difference. Rest in peace A. You made a difference in my life.
My wonderful and lovely woman who lost her husband two weeks before she fell and broke her hip will not be returning to our facility. She needs more care than we can provide. W made me feel welcome and competent long before anyone else. She always had a smile and sometimes a shockingly raunchy joke for me. She made me laugh. She helped me transition into a nurse. I feel in love with her in the first week I began this job. Thank you W for helping me. I regret I couldn't help you enough.
Ditch digging is much less heart breaking. Just saying.
Current statistics tell us elderly folks who break a hip die within 12 months 90% of the time.
Yeah.
My sweet, happy, political activist guy will be dead by the end of the week. He's now on a ventilator and basically gone. He was as independent as one can be with COPD and in a scooter. This man was a dreamer of the hippy variety (in the most positive sense of that phrase). He sent emails and attended local town hall meetings because he believed it was possible to make a difference. Rest in peace A. You made a difference in my life.
My wonderful and lovely woman who lost her husband two weeks before she fell and broke her hip will not be returning to our facility. She needs more care than we can provide. W made me feel welcome and competent long before anyone else. She always had a smile and sometimes a shockingly raunchy joke for me. She made me laugh. She helped me transition into a nurse. I feel in love with her in the first week I began this job. Thank you W for helping me. I regret I couldn't help you enough.
Ditch digging is much less heart breaking. Just saying.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
BOOYAH! (36 years later)
As I was driving home last night after my second 16 hour work day, I was chewing gum to keep me awake and my jaw loose.
I remembered my mother used to ALWAYS say to me: "You sound like a cow chewing her cud."
Well, I loved that phrase but never had a zinger response.
I thought of one last night 36 years late but still a good one.
"Mom, when have you ever 'heard' a cow chew her cud?" (My mother grew up in urban Toronto and we lived in the 'burbs.)
BOO-freaking-YAH!!
I remembered my mother used to ALWAYS say to me: "You sound like a cow chewing her cud."
Well, I loved that phrase but never had a zinger response.
I thought of one last night 36 years late but still a good one.
"Mom, when have you ever 'heard' a cow chew her cud?" (My mother grew up in urban Toronto and we lived in the 'burbs.)
BOO-freaking-YAH!!
Monday, December 20, 2010
Four
I called the paramedics four times today, three of these before 8:00 a.m. Yes, it was Monday.
What can I say but it was one crazy ass day.
I'm beginning to think I work in a psych facility.
I'm beginning to think I should become a ditch digger.
I am so very tired mentally, emotionally, and physically.
NO STRESS HERE! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
What can I say but it was one crazy ass day.
I'm beginning to think I work in a psych facility.
I'm beginning to think I should become a ditch digger.
I am so very tired mentally, emotionally, and physically.
NO STRESS HERE! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I Know Just How He Feels
There's a Pupples in my lap.
A confused Pupples.
"Who is this person in camo ACU's? He doesn't smell like my favorite boy....hmmmmmmmmm, I'm so confuzzled.", thinks the dog.
I know what he means.
McArmy's a wee bit taller, a bit more muscle bound, and just kinda different.
Still a good looking kid, no doubt.
NOT my little boy anymore.
Looks like he needs to grow into his nose.
Reminds me of someone on my side of the family although I can't quite put my finger on who.
It's gonna be a very interesting two weeks.
Welcome home, McArmy, welcome home.
A confused Pupples.
"Who is this person in camo ACU's? He doesn't smell like my favorite boy....hmmmmmmmmm, I'm so confuzzled.", thinks the dog.
I know what he means.
McArmy's a wee bit taller, a bit more muscle bound, and just kinda different.
Still a good looking kid, no doubt.
NOT my little boy anymore.
Looks like he needs to grow into his nose.
Reminds me of someone on my side of the family although I can't quite put my finger on who.
It's gonna be a very interesting two weeks.
Welcome home, McArmy, welcome home.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Reality Check
McArmy flies in at 11 a.m. tomorrow.
After texting with him for the past 45 minutes, I can tell it's time for a reality check.
He's still a teenager.
He will not understand how I feel. About the whole Army thing. I just need to be cheerful, not clingy, not needy in any way.
It's HIS life. I need to remember this.
After texting with him for the past 45 minutes, I can tell it's time for a reality check.
He's still a teenager.
He will not understand how I feel. About the whole Army thing. I just need to be cheerful, not clingy, not needy in any way.
It's HIS life. I need to remember this.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Holiday Party
I attended the work holiday party this afternoon. It was kinda mandatory. Every employee from the regional manager to the kitchen aides were there.
It was held in the resident's dining room. Yeah. They went all out.
There was a baked potato bar along with potluck desserts.
It was something.
The high point was when I returned to my car and saw McArmy had called my cell phone! I immediately called him back.
He answered, "Hey."
I could hear shouting in the background. Evidently the main means of communication is by yelling. Gotta love basic.
The boy is ready to come home.
Yeehaw.
He told about several of his new friends.
He told me about one of his drill instructors who's special forces and is amazing.
I heard about how much McArmy was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed under our roof. (Grinning ear to ear)
And lots of other info I'm not at liberty to say.
Three more days. One day of work. Saturday when we're stocking the pantry full to the brim.
I'm so excited. Can ya tell?
It was held in the resident's dining room. Yeah. They went all out.
There was a baked potato bar along with potluck desserts.
It was something.
The high point was when I returned to my car and saw McArmy had called my cell phone! I immediately called him back.
He answered, "Hey."
I could hear shouting in the background. Evidently the main means of communication is by yelling. Gotta love basic.
The boy is ready to come home.
Yeehaw.
He told about several of his new friends.
He told me about one of his drill instructors who's special forces and is amazing.
I heard about how much McArmy was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed under our roof. (Grinning ear to ear)
And lots of other info I'm not at liberty to say.
Three more days. One day of work. Saturday when we're stocking the pantry full to the brim.
I'm so excited. Can ya tell?
McArmy's Wish List
This is the list McArmy wrote me.
Treats list:
~pecan pie
~Red Bull
~pumpkin pie
~double stuff oreos
~strawberry milk
~chocolate chip eggos
~Mike and Ikes
~Reese's peanut butter cups
~coca-cola
I'm thinking the boy is thirsty and needs tons o' sugar.
Where he says we need to go:
~Panera Bread for breakfast
~Baskin-Robbins for dessert
~Starbucks for hot chocolate and rice krispie bars(one of the things he and I would do in the weeks before he left)
~Krispy Kremes for breakfast/dessert
~Px at Fort Lewis
~Applebees(sp?)
Is it any wonder I adore this boy?
Treats list:
~pecan pie
~Red Bull
~pumpkin pie
~double stuff oreos
~strawberry milk
~chocolate chip eggos
~Mike and Ikes
~Reese's peanut butter cups
~coca-cola
I'm thinking the boy is thirsty and needs tons o' sugar.
Where he says we need to go:
~Panera Bread for breakfast
~Baskin-Robbins for dessert
~Starbucks for hot chocolate and rice krispie bars(one of the things he and I would do in the weeks before he left)
~Krispy Kremes for breakfast/dessert
~Px at Fort Lewis
~Applebees(sp?)
Is it any wonder I adore this boy?
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Blessed
I was feeling whiny this morning. Then several events occurred.
1) I received three letters from McArmy. One was a list of all the things he wants to do when he's home for 17 days. Another list was of the food he wanted for Christmas dinner. He added cornbread and stuffing to our traditional fare. His third list of all the things he'd need for snacking included pecan pie. Bwahahahaha. My son is turning into a Southern boy. This is what spending 6 weeks in Georgia has done to his appetite. Too funny. Too freaking funny.
2) The governor of the state of Washington held a press conference about the new budget. Everything we hold near and dear will be going through financial cuts and/or complete death. The Healthcare of Wa St for poor children is going to be executed. Gone. Education cuts are insane. Class sizes will increase hugely, teacher salaries are frozen, public healthcare workers will have less pay, and on forever. All this is a result of a certain referendum writer who's caused so much pain with his proposed and voted upon "tax cuts". His backers spend billions of dollars on election ads and the voters buy their crap. Now the poor, the young, the disabled, and the homeless will suffer and more will die. My financial situation looks great in comparison. My compassion for the disenfranchised causes my tears for them.
3) I was reading the Fort Benning web site about a 22 year old soldier who receives the Medal of Honor this week posthumously. He was a Ranger medic who selflessly saved others in Afghanistan this past June. He leaves behind a 22 year old bride. He leaves behind a mother my age. He died saving others. This is what my child wants to do. I am so blessed my son will be at home in 4 days. So very blessed.
1) I received three letters from McArmy. One was a list of all the things he wants to do when he's home for 17 days. Another list was of the food he wanted for Christmas dinner. He added cornbread and stuffing to our traditional fare. His third list of all the things he'd need for snacking included pecan pie. Bwahahahaha. My son is turning into a Southern boy. This is what spending 6 weeks in Georgia has done to his appetite. Too funny. Too freaking funny.
2) The governor of the state of Washington held a press conference about the new budget. Everything we hold near and dear will be going through financial cuts and/or complete death. The Healthcare of Wa St for poor children is going to be executed. Gone. Education cuts are insane. Class sizes will increase hugely, teacher salaries are frozen, public healthcare workers will have less pay, and on forever. All this is a result of a certain referendum writer who's caused so much pain with his proposed and voted upon "tax cuts". His backers spend billions of dollars on election ads and the voters buy their crap. Now the poor, the young, the disabled, and the homeless will suffer and more will die. My financial situation looks great in comparison. My compassion for the disenfranchised causes my tears for them.
3) I was reading the Fort Benning web site about a 22 year old soldier who receives the Medal of Honor this week posthumously. He was a Ranger medic who selflessly saved others in Afghanistan this past June. He leaves behind a 22 year old bride. He leaves behind a mother my age. He died saving others. This is what my child wants to do. I am so blessed my son will be at home in 4 days. So very blessed.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Swimming Diagonally
In the Pacific Ocean there are swirling, sucking, and dangerous riptides. I believe these also occur in the Atlantic Ocean but are called the undertow or as John Irving in The World According to Garp called it, "The Undertoad".
Riptides aka rip currents cause beaches to fly a black ball flag. This flag means: Stay the heck out of the water because your chances of drowning have increased a gazillion times.
Riptides pull swimmers underneath and way out into the deep water without them even being cognizant of what is happening. Here in the Northwest we lose many swimmers to drowning in a riptide every year.
Ocean lifeguards are taught to swim diagonally through the riptide to avoid getting sucked under and out.
I know enough at this point of my life to swim diagonally through the riptides of life. It's a proactive versus a reactive choice.
Even though I whine unceasingly, I swim diagonally pretty well.
I choose to survive and even thrive.
McHub is choosing to get sucked under.
Example: McHub leaves 90 minutes after I do to get to his job. He gets home at least two hours before I do.
Yet nothing is getting done.
The dog is not getting walked. The dishes pile up. He can't be bothered to find the one bulb on the Christmas tree that needs replacing. He's not doing any of the Christmas shopping. He doesn't even read McArmy's letters, let alone write to the boy. He's doing the passive/aggressive thing.
The p/a thing means he thinks if he ignores the basic family and home tasks Janice will do it.
The man has become a slug, in every sense of the word slug.
He's self-medicating with food and mindless zoning in front of the television.
Once again, I'm being forced into being the stronger spouse. The adult. The responsible one. The person who makes all the decisions small and large.
If my marriage was a teeter-totter, he'd be the mean kid who jumps off letting the other kid slam down rapidly to the ground. Not fun for the child with the very sore and jarred ass.
I have no idea how to approach this issue. How to shine the light on his behavior without threatening his ego and pride. No, he won't seek help from a professional because in his mind he's not doing anything wrong.
Nope. I don't have a clue what to do. (Hey, I'm a poet and didn't even know it! Silly smirk.)
Anyone?
Riptides aka rip currents cause beaches to fly a black ball flag. This flag means: Stay the heck out of the water because your chances of drowning have increased a gazillion times.
Riptides pull swimmers underneath and way out into the deep water without them even being cognizant of what is happening. Here in the Northwest we lose many swimmers to drowning in a riptide every year.
Ocean lifeguards are taught to swim diagonally through the riptide to avoid getting sucked under and out.
I know enough at this point of my life to swim diagonally through the riptides of life. It's a proactive versus a reactive choice.
Even though I whine unceasingly, I swim diagonally pretty well.
I choose to survive and even thrive.
McHub is choosing to get sucked under.
Example: McHub leaves 90 minutes after I do to get to his job. He gets home at least two hours before I do.
Yet nothing is getting done.
The dog is not getting walked. The dishes pile up. He can't be bothered to find the one bulb on the Christmas tree that needs replacing. He's not doing any of the Christmas shopping. He doesn't even read McArmy's letters, let alone write to the boy. He's doing the passive/aggressive thing.
The p/a thing means he thinks if he ignores the basic family and home tasks Janice will do it.
The man has become a slug, in every sense of the word slug.
He's self-medicating with food and mindless zoning in front of the television.
Once again, I'm being forced into being the stronger spouse. The adult. The responsible one. The person who makes all the decisions small and large.
If my marriage was a teeter-totter, he'd be the mean kid who jumps off letting the other kid slam down rapidly to the ground. Not fun for the child with the very sore and jarred ass.
I have no idea how to approach this issue. How to shine the light on his behavior without threatening his ego and pride. No, he won't seek help from a professional because in his mind he's not doing anything wrong.
Nope. I don't have a clue what to do. (Hey, I'm a poet and didn't even know it! Silly smirk.)
Anyone?
Moanday
Not really.
When this publishes I'll hopefully be sleeping and waking up before 5:30 a.m.. YAWN.
As tired as I feel a the moment, I would like to take a moment for gratitude.
Today I'm grateful for my son. McArmy. He brings me joy a thousand times a day. Thanks son.
Today I'm grateful I'm employed. It helps to keep me dry by providing money for the rent. It helps me pay the heating bill. I'm gaining experience even though I may not like the manner in which I'm gaining experience.
Today I'm grateful to be American. Being a female in America is a great thing. No one will stone me to death. I'm allowed an equal voice in elections. I can worship in whatever religion I choose. Land of the free and home of the brave.
Enjoy your Moanday!!!!
When this publishes I'll hopefully be sleeping and waking up before 5:30 a.m.. YAWN.
As tired as I feel a the moment, I would like to take a moment for gratitude.
Today I'm grateful for my son. McArmy. He brings me joy a thousand times a day. Thanks son.
Today I'm grateful I'm employed. It helps to keep me dry by providing money for the rent. It helps me pay the heating bill. I'm gaining experience even though I may not like the manner in which I'm gaining experience.
Today I'm grateful to be American. Being a female in America is a great thing. No one will stone me to death. I'm allowed an equal voice in elections. I can worship in whatever religion I choose. Land of the free and home of the brave.
Enjoy your Moanday!!!!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Too Little Time
My spouse left me a message scribbled on a paper towel. It said, "You need to clean up your stuff off the kitchen counter and the bathroom counter."
It was quite fortunate he wasn't home when I found the note.
Today, 3 days after the note, he asked why I hadn't jumped to do as he commanded. Gee, maybe because I was shopping with my best friend from nursing school who I hadn't seen in 6 months all day Friday. Or perhaps because I was sick yesterday and slept until 3 p.m.. Last night I volunteered at my church's Candlelight Christmas dinner. Or I'm spending my time writing our son letters to keep his morale up. This morning I attended church. Oh wait I forgot, I spent Friday night decorating our home for Christmas, well I began to achieve that task. I still have 3 boxes and a tree to decorate.
If I were a mean woman I'd tell the creep to go fug himself. I am not a mean woman.
Some days I truly wish I was mean.
I spent over an hour this afternoon cleaning up those areas. Did I do it joyfully? Nope. I did it wishing I'd never married him.
The conundrum with that is if I has not married him I wouldn't have McArmy.
Spouse is really pushing it. Lucky for him my ax is buried somewhere in the garage.
I will redouble my prayers on his behalf because the only being who can show him the error of his ways is God. Only God can change him.
If you pray please pray for my self-restraint. Pray that I forgo bitterness and lets the idiocy roll right off my back.
Thanks, I appreciate it.
It was quite fortunate he wasn't home when I found the note.
Today, 3 days after the note, he asked why I hadn't jumped to do as he commanded. Gee, maybe because I was shopping with my best friend from nursing school who I hadn't seen in 6 months all day Friday. Or perhaps because I was sick yesterday and slept until 3 p.m.. Last night I volunteered at my church's Candlelight Christmas dinner. Or I'm spending my time writing our son letters to keep his morale up. This morning I attended church. Oh wait I forgot, I spent Friday night decorating our home for Christmas, well I began to achieve that task. I still have 3 boxes and a tree to decorate.
If I were a mean woman I'd tell the creep to go fug himself. I am not a mean woman.
Some days I truly wish I was mean.
I spent over an hour this afternoon cleaning up those areas. Did I do it joyfully? Nope. I did it wishing I'd never married him.
The conundrum with that is if I has not married him I wouldn't have McArmy.
Spouse is really pushing it. Lucky for him my ax is buried somewhere in the garage.
I will redouble my prayers on his behalf because the only being who can show him the error of his ways is God. Only God can change him.
If you pray please pray for my self-restraint. Pray that I forgo bitterness and lets the idiocy roll right off my back.
Thanks, I appreciate it.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Stuff
Worked four days straight. Three 12's and 6 hours Thursday. My spouse is wondering why my hips hurt......duh for him.
At work I'm on my feet, I run up and down stairs 70 times day, if I do get to sit- I'm leaping up seconds later. Not to mention the job gets emotionally draining. Oh yeah, it's a we bit stressful here and there.
I'm 48 years old. I have NO idea why I'm sore.
The other nurse who works the days I don't has macular degeneration.....that's why I worked Wednesday and Thursday instead of my usual M, T, and Friday.
Because of her impaired eyesight, I'm also covering various tasks we usually share. I have to make sure all the bingo cards are in order with no repeats. I'm searching for expired bingo cards. I'm double checking any dc'ed meds are out of circulation. Otherwise med errors happen.
Hmmmmm, and she thinks she's my supervisor.
Spouse has the ball in his court. So far no counseling has happened.
He's tweaking me for buying airline tickets to go see McArmy graduate in March. He's lecturing me on money management. He's forgetting who makes twice as much money in this relationship.
I get scolded for buying clothes that actually fit me. Ahem. I am not the person who spent over $40 grand on a car that only gets driven on the weekends.
Not to brag but I look GOOD these days. I'm down 5 sizes now. I'm making well over 50% of the household income. I'm intelligent. I work hard. I'm funny, kind, and caring.
So I find the controlling behavior quite irksome.
I'm going to be brutally honest here~I don't need him to support me financially. I don't need him to be happy. I don't need him for companionship(the very idea causes me fit of laughter), I don't need him for emotional support.
My point: he's walking a fine line and he just might find himself all alone.
Some people don't appreciate what and who they have.
He's on notice.
I deserve better.
I continue to pray for a miracle but I'm not waiting around forever.
McArmy comes home in a week!
He's sent me quite a few letters and actually wants to spend time with me when he's home.
My priority~enjoy McArmy while he's home. Give him a wonderful Christmas.
I can see where's God has granted me grace in my life. So much grace.
This may be the last Christmas McArmy spends at home. He might be stationed elsewhere or be at war next year so I'm going all out. I'm not talking presents. I'm talking time and love.
McArmy is the joy in my life at this time. My pride, gratitude, love, and appreciation are plentiful.
Thank you Lord, thank you.
At work I'm on my feet, I run up and down stairs 70 times day, if I do get to sit- I'm leaping up seconds later. Not to mention the job gets emotionally draining. Oh yeah, it's a we bit stressful here and there.
I'm 48 years old. I have NO idea why I'm sore.
The other nurse who works the days I don't has macular degeneration.....that's why I worked Wednesday and Thursday instead of my usual M, T, and Friday.
Because of her impaired eyesight, I'm also covering various tasks we usually share. I have to make sure all the bingo cards are in order with no repeats. I'm searching for expired bingo cards. I'm double checking any dc'ed meds are out of circulation. Otherwise med errors happen.
Hmmmmm, and she thinks she's my supervisor.
Spouse has the ball in his court. So far no counseling has happened.
He's tweaking me for buying airline tickets to go see McArmy graduate in March. He's lecturing me on money management. He's forgetting who makes twice as much money in this relationship.
I get scolded for buying clothes that actually fit me. Ahem. I am not the person who spent over $40 grand on a car that only gets driven on the weekends.
Not to brag but I look GOOD these days. I'm down 5 sizes now. I'm making well over 50% of the household income. I'm intelligent. I work hard. I'm funny, kind, and caring.
So I find the controlling behavior quite irksome.
I'm going to be brutally honest here~I don't need him to support me financially. I don't need him to be happy. I don't need him for companionship(the very idea causes me fit of laughter), I don't need him for emotional support.
My point: he's walking a fine line and he just might find himself all alone.
Some people don't appreciate what and who they have.
He's on notice.
I deserve better.
I continue to pray for a miracle but I'm not waiting around forever.
McArmy comes home in a week!
He's sent me quite a few letters and actually wants to spend time with me when he's home.
My priority~enjoy McArmy while he's home. Give him a wonderful Christmas.
I can see where's God has granted me grace in my life. So much grace.
This may be the last Christmas McArmy spends at home. He might be stationed elsewhere or be at war next year so I'm going all out. I'm not talking presents. I'm talking time and love.
McArmy is the joy in my life at this time. My pride, gratitude, love, and appreciation are plentiful.
Thank you Lord, thank you.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Hanging In
I'm sitting in Borders during my break from work on my laptop. Kinda rocks.
Letter from McArmy tells of how much he's loving basic and how's he's already been a squadron leader~his squad beat the best time ever on some course! He's already into white level and is thriving. Praise God.
I'm working M, T, and W this week. This time I don't have to work Friday. Yeah. 3 12's is more than enough for me.
One of my residents was sent out yesterday. This resident told me she was pregnant from the monkey who raped her. I was also informed of the man outside the window who was holding the severed monkey's head....
Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Why did I ever think I wanted to be a psych nurse?
Things are going more smoothly overall at work. I'm beginning to get the hang of it. I've also got four residents out of facility which makes my days simpler.
We'll be going to computers in January! YES!!! Charting will be so much easier w/o the paper. Some folks are whining because they do not comprehend computers but I'm cheering. About time we left the stone age.
Time to back to the zoo (so to speak). Watch out for those wild and crazy monkeys!!!
Letter from McArmy tells of how much he's loving basic and how's he's already been a squadron leader~his squad beat the best time ever on some course! He's already into white level and is thriving. Praise God.
I'm working M, T, and W this week. This time I don't have to work Friday. Yeah. 3 12's is more than enough for me.
One of my residents was sent out yesterday. This resident told me she was pregnant from the monkey who raped her. I was also informed of the man outside the window who was holding the severed monkey's head....
Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Why did I ever think I wanted to be a psych nurse?
Things are going more smoothly overall at work. I'm beginning to get the hang of it. I've also got four residents out of facility which makes my days simpler.
We'll be going to computers in January! YES!!! Charting will be so much easier w/o the paper. Some folks are whining because they do not comprehend computers but I'm cheering. About time we left the stone age.
Time to back to the zoo (so to speak). Watch out for those wild and crazy monkeys!!!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Still Waiting
I'm still waiting for a phone call from McArmy with his exact travel plans for Sunday, December 19.
I wish his drill instructors would let him have his cell phone back for 15 minutes today.
Sigh.
Yes, I understand he's extremely busy learning to to defend our freedom.
Still, I'm his mom and dang it! I want to know when he'll be home so I can spoil and pamper and enjoy him.
Sigh.
I wish his drill instructors would let him have his cell phone back for 15 minutes today.
Sigh.
Yes, I understand he's extremely busy learning to to defend our freedom.
Still, I'm his mom and dang it! I want to know when he'll be home so I can spoil and pamper and enjoy him.
Sigh.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Things That Make Me Happy
1. Three letters from McArmy. He loves the army. He loves his mom. He rocks my world.
2. I am now in a size 10 pair of jeans. Yeah baby.
3. Tonight there a gorgeous sunset consisting of purple, pink, red, and orange gilded clouds. I used to tell my boys their baby brother in heaven had painted us a picture whenever we saw a lovely sunset. That's how I felt today.
4. No one broke a hip this week! Phew! (Wiping imaginary sweat from my brow.)
2. I am now in a size 10 pair of jeans. Yeah baby.
3. Tonight there a gorgeous sunset consisting of purple, pink, red, and orange gilded clouds. I used to tell my boys their baby brother in heaven had painted us a picture whenever we saw a lovely sunset. That's how I felt today.
4. No one broke a hip this week! Phew! (Wiping imaginary sweat from my brow.)
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Much Harder Than Expected
HUGE HUGS
to all of you who are missing someone close this holiday season!!
I knew this was going to be difficult. I knew I'd miss him.
I had no idea.
Sucking it up and trying to keep active and busy.
Not watching the news. Walking the dog. Sending cards to soldiers all over the world, injured and healthy. It helps a wee bit knowing someone's child is receiving a card from this mother.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Rough Week
Please forgive the language in this video, my iPod version is rated "G"....ack, I had no idea.
I like to walk to this song. It sounds like a very mean song but I find it an anthem for our culture. I also think it's making fun of us all. I give the beat a 94, especially when I want to walk fast. Wink.
Between the long hours at work, my lack of sleep, the stress that occurs in every body's life, I'm having myself a wee pity party today. Just roll with me.
I like to walk to this song. It sounds like a very mean song but I find it an anthem for our culture. I also think it's making fun of us all. I give the beat a 94, especially when I want to walk fast. Wink.
Between the long hours at work, my lack of sleep, the stress that occurs in every body's life, I'm having myself a wee pity party today. Just roll with me.
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