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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Sent this to random people that we know and care about, in hopes that it travels the world. Everyone can do a version of this to help spread cheer throughout the year. Ours says: Merry Christmas to One and All, You have just received your very first revolving Christmas card of 2020. The idea behind this is to spread cheer and love all over the country or the world if we can. My desire is for this card to travel many miles into many hearts for many months. Please sign the back of the card and place in a new and shiny stamped envelope. Here is the important part, mail it to someone you love and miss dearly. Let them know how much they mean to you and the spirit of Christmas still resides in your heart all through the year. We may not be able to gather this year, but our hearts remember the Christmas’ we’ve shared and we will be together once again soon. Forever always we send you all our love and Good blessings, P.S. We just received word from J. Pritzker that we must attempt to be as COVID friendly as possible with this card |
| Good Morning, Day 2 post injection finds me well . My temperature upon waking was 98.4. The ache in my arm is now a slight twinge and the small knot that was there has pretty much disappeared. There is no redness at the injection site. I noticed no hot flashes during the night, but I did experience three or four of them yesterday afternoon. They lasted approximately 5-10 minutes. I do not usually have these so they could or could not be related to the shot. Good thing I was dressed in layers and able to remove my top shirt or things could have been quite interesting at the store. I am experiencing absolutely no cold or flu-like symptoms. I have become obsessed with taking my temperature the past 2 days and I've been normal every time. There is no headache, no sore throat, and no body aches. I feel pretty darn good. More importantly, I feel hopeful and seeing the nativity star last night touched my heart. |
| Day 1 after injection: I woke up to instant recognition of the stiffness in my arm. It is always the same after receiving a shot and the fact that I usually sleep with my arm tucked under a pillow probably doesn't help. After moving it around a bit, I was fine. My temp remains 97.5, which means I am either very consistent or my thermometer is questionable. So I checked with our second thermometer, and I am actually consistent. There is no headache, no shortness of breath, no sore throat, and no fatigue. I do have a vague recollection of waking in the middle of the night with cold sweats and throwing off the covers in a panic, but then again I am a post-menopausal woman so this may or may not be related to the shot. So all in all, I am calling this a good morning and shall see how the day proceeds, which is life wrapped up in a nutshell. |
| I am 1 hour out from my 1st COVID shot. My temperature remains 97.5, no body aches, no headache, and no sign of sore throat. My arm aches slightly, but actually less than when I got the flu shot. I will fill you in over the next few days, but I must say I feel more in control of life than I have for many months. It's a step toward normalcy |
| Beginning to look a lot like Christmas...getting my Covid shot today. Best present ever! |
| I think the thing that has driven me the craziest during this pandemic, is my curtailed writing ability.Time is part of it but fatigue is the main factor. I should have so many tales to tell but i find myself dried up and not wanting to relive the everyday details of this craziness. I could count it as a form of the same depression as millions of Americans are experiencing but the very act of not writing adds to my melancholy. The monsters for my stories are too real and the small moments of joy found is fleeting.I realize that this sounds sad, but it is not meant that way because I am surviving and I am helping others do the same. I am walking through fire, my feet ache, but I am soothing the sole with family time and love. I am grasping every second of time with those nearest and dearest, which may just be the lesson I needed to learn. I have no doubt the writing will return, but for now I am on a different path. Good news, I am set to get my first COVID injection this Sunday. So many people have refused to get the shot due to fear, yet I am afraid to live in this limbo for the rest of my life. I told them I would lay naked in the snow to get this shot if it meant one less day of pandemic hell. They took me up on the offer (lol) , so Sunday is the day and I am elated. Wish me luck and cheers for the good stories returning. |
| While caring for a dementia patient, I was given quite a sweet surprise. In the report i received, I was told that the man was non-verbal and alert x 0. At one point during the night his cardiac monitor came off and looked fuzzy on my screen ( which no nurse likes to see) , so I gowned up to see what was happening. I entered the room with him staring at me and a bit of a smile on his face. I said, " Mr. so and so, are you playing a trick on me?" His smile got bigger. I said, " I know all of these wires are a pain, but you have managed to tie yourself in knots. Let's see if we can fix this." HE SAID, "Yeah, Good idea," I got him all straightened out, washed his face, gave him some water, turned him and fluffed the pillows around him all the while having a conversation about the weather, his care, family members I had met, and just general topics of interest. The entire time he followed me with his eyes and occasionally lifted his lips in a smile.As I asked questions, he would say yes and no in response. I spent forty five minutes in his room doing what I love best, finding the human connection and making a difference. This is not the first time I have been told that patients can't talk. Sadly, it has happened many times through the years, but it might just be that you need to invest in listening to hear the quiet of their voices. |
| Moral of the Story: Bare butts are everywhere Story: While shopping at Dollar General tonight and parked in a spot closest to the dark sided wall with no lighting I caught an interesting sight. A man parked next to me exits his running car and walks to the far side of the building. Being a concerned citizen, I pull around the bank to see what he might be up to and here's where the bare butt comes in...he was taking a relaxing leak on the wall in the rain. Pants to his knees and all. Apparently, he had waited too long for the shopper inside and never thought about using the restroom in the store which was closer.. |
| When death visits, everything else in the universe seems fragile. For days we tip-toe on the eggshells left behind. The passing of time slows and the heartache dwells. Mustering up strength to continue is strenuous. An upward lifting of the lips is a task of immense proportion, as is the drying of one's tears. All tomorrows come into question and the rainbows beyond reflect a dingy aura of color. Videos of memories shared play in a constant loop in the hollows of the brain. It matters not the distance traveled with the lost soul,only that the path of your existence collided long ago for reasons unknown. It is as if a part of the daily portrait of your life has been erased, with the familiarity dulled. The constants once counted upon are diminished. The only thing that remains are the whispered thank you's to the heavens for the portion of the journey shared.We shall lay to rest a good friend, a soldier of God's army, a husband, a father,and a man of character, with the candle that lights our path dimmed, but our hearts stronger for having met him on life's road. It is such, with all the souls that take flight from this earthly orb. |
| I was driving home from work the other day and while stopped at a light, I glanced at the driver behind me to see quite the curious scene.A 30'ish year/old woman was all out bebopping, body swaying, hand raising, dance in the drivers seat. I thought it odd anyone had that amount of energy at 7:30 in the morning and for a moment I labeled her a loony. But as the light turned green and I drove away, I thought maybe, just maybe she was the normal one. It is so easy to become complacent with life and forget to seek the moments of joy when they hit us. We go about our daily routines forgetting to dance to the music that calls us. Blessed by a glimpse of pure joy. |
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