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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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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 |
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| Leaves, are at the moment the bane of my existence. I have an entire yard full of the brown and crinkly suckers. Now, we have lived here for 30 years and the trees are gorgeous in full bloom but whoever planted these gumball bearing vermin was not right in the head. In our younger days, we spent every weekend of October and November cleaning up the yard but we wised up. The leaves will continue to fall whether we clean or not. Sounds like a good motto about life, but I digress. So here I sit with an entire yard full of leaves telling myself that i have the strength and energy to do the work myself, but that is very unlikely at this stage of the game. Work has me exhausted and darn it I am getting old. I hate to admit that fact. Paying someone to do it is an option but it makes me feel very lazy. I've never done that before and will just have to convince myself that any time saved is a blessing at this point. Wish me luck. |
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| The world is very confusing these days. We argue over even whether to argue. We need some serious fixing in our heads. It saddens me to see the hatred spread on social media. I am just glad that I am not so wrapped up in the politics that I am so depressed by the loss and unable to get out of bed as some people suggest that they are or so thrilled by the victory that I must continue to bash all others of opposing viewpoints. There are so many more important matters at hand. Let's get to fixing the problems we face, together. |
| I have officially coined a new term for 2020. It is Covidmania. We will need to contact Webster to have the word entered into the scrolls. Definition: Induced mental health changes resulting from pandemic shut down, increased societal stress, and isolating terror related to the fate of their world. Let me introduce you to the rising number of people in each of the categories. Group #1- People who had mental health issues before March of 2020. They have fallen through the cracks with no support. Their mental health professionals are unable to provide face to face services due to being overwhelmed, COVID meeting restrictions for groups, limited meeting places, appointment availability, and medication restrictions and affordability for their patients. Any stability that the people in this group enjoyed prior to COVID has disappeared. Their entire world has come to a halt with no means of righting it. These type of people usually wind up hospitalized for either mental health reasons or medical issues. Hospital life for these people offer a regimented and stable enviroment. They can for a short while escape the loneliness of the outside world. Group #2- People who were borderline with their mental health concerns prior to March 2020. They find themselves now in a tailspin of depression and anxiety. Their support resources are non-existent. New patients are pushed to the end of the line due to an overwhelmed system. These people linger on the edge frightened, unmotivated, and often unable to maneuver through medical red-tape. If they don't find medical resources, often they become suicidal or despondent. Depression may leave them unable to function in their daily lives. Group #3- This is the narcissistic group of people that has evolved during the pandemic. This is the type of people that believe the needs of the one (namely themselves) outweigh the needs of the many. They lack empathy or concern for others. They are self-important opportunists with a bully mentality. The pandemic seems to have created more of these monsters and is evident in healthcare, politics, mask-natzi's or mask-nonbelievers, immunization gurus, racial divide, faith thumpers and squashers, and even shoppers versus on-line customers. It is insanity to believe that your opinion is the only one of value and correctness. This pandemic has given voice to the rude, crude, and vicious elements of our society. Without consequence they attack from keyboards, news blurbs, and media outlets. We have managed to embolden their efforts. At times we must even fear for our lives instead of standing up against the wild-eyed crazy man spouting bigotry or indoctrinating their political views. I will show kindness in all that I do, but I will not be quieted in my rights of free thought, expression of ideas, and my quest to spread love. |
| I survived the weekend without painted clowns and red balloons. It wasn't exactly quiet but things were not eerie or weird. I put that as a win my column. I am supposed to have 2 nights off, but they called me at 1 pm (which is prime sleeping time if you work nights) to see if i would like to work again. I wasn't even coherent enough to give a decent reason for the "no" answer. I could barely spit out real words. I was whooped. They did get the message, but I may have to drug test when i return. (lol) After I hung up, I made plans in my head to call all of the day shifters at 1 a.m. for fun. I won't really but a few unkind words escaped my mouth after hanging up. Tomorrow is the election day Vote early, vote proud. America needs our service now more than ever. It matters not who, but the commitment you offer and the unity that you bring to the table. Represent the process and the privilege our country provides. No matter which side wins , dispense with any bitterness for your candidates loss and roll up your sleeves to get to work. There are things that we need to fix. We will need, kindness, love, and joy more than ever in the coming days. We are all God's children and have a need to come together. |
| Set to work Halloween, with the full blue moon, time change, and COVID influx of 2020.By nature I am not a superstitious person, but man the heebie jeebies are sitting in the back of my head. If clowns with red balloons start making an appearance on the stretchers, I am out of there.Wish me luck! |
| As we gear up for more viral insanity, and our days become lost in the sea of illness for 2020, please know we are doing our best. Nurses are people trying their hardest to help others and themselves survive. We are just as tired of 2020 as the rest of the world. If I had the power to write prescriptions to pass out to society...It would be for kindness, empathy, patience, and love. Such a powerful concoction it could be if used wisely! Don't Call Me Hero I didn't feel like a hero For there just wasn't time I didn't feel like a hero For there were hills to climb What is this word they banter about Never said I was a Boy Scout I didn't feel like a hero For the virus was so abrupt I didn't feel like a hero For all I could do was suck it up I'm ever a nurse and ever so strong Though my days seem mighty long I didn't feel like a hero For I felt the trembling fear I didn't feel like a hero For my own concerns I shed a tear Just doing the job I've always done Morning, night, til break of dawn I didn't feel like a hero For cloaked behind masks and gowns I didn't feel like a hero For safety I limited my rounds I"ll be here singing my nurse's song Taking care of people where I belong I didn't feel like a hero .For I doubled my gloves I didn't feel like a hero For I prayed to the heavens above I didn't feel like a hero For I worried about my friends I didn't feel like a hero For just wanting it all to end I'm no super-hero, but part of the best With no flying cape will I be dressed I didn't feel like a hero For they needed me bedside I didn't feel like a hero For I cried when you died One promise I'll make right from the start Ever and always I'll give you my heart What is this word they banter about Never said I was a Boy Scout I'm ever a nurse and ever so strong Though the days seem mighty long Just doing the job I've always done Morning, night, til break of dawn I"ll be here singing my nurse's song Taking care of people where I belong I'm no super-hero, but part of the best With no flying cape will I be dressed One promise I'll make right from the start Ever and always I'll give you my heart |
| I think what I dislike the most about 2020 is the uncertainty of everything. I was just informed that another patient I cared for is positive for COVID. He had no symptoms and was only tested before going back to the nursing home. Every nurse on the floor was in contact with this person because of his confusion and our desire to keep him safe. We were up close and personal with this man because he was a sweetheart and very scared. We wore the basic masks and gloves as required but he was very hard of hearing so the mask had to come down at times to help him understand. The hospital did not inform us. Now after my last day there, I came home to my family taking the ordinary precautions of bathing and changing my clothes immediately. It wasn't until the next night that I was told. I was scheduled for four days off and had plans to see my extended family.We were celebrating the birth of a new baby. It was for the grandchild of my sister who is immunity compromised due to chemotherapy. So I cancelled my attendance, not wanting to risk contact with anyone. I wasn't crazy about my sister having a gathering with her health as it is but the baby is 6 months old and they missed baby shower and normal newborn greeting parties.I think she just wants life to be about living again. So here I sit, wasting my precious time off and afraid to go anywhere. It is too early since exposure to be tested and I have no symptoms. It is a lonely existence. And it has been repeated over and over again.I don't know the answer, Do I go about my life until I get sick or do I quarantine with each new possible exposure. I must tell you that it is a weekly occurrence. The hospital's stance is that I can work until I become sick and I understand that because there is a definite nurse shortage. And I would much rather work than be sick or stuck at home. It all just boggles the mind. Here is the other news that makes me sad. Macy's has cancelled Santa visits for the first time in 159 years. No in person visits to Santa's lap for 2020. No dreams,no wishes, or hopes for children in 2021. |
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