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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 |
| 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. |
| I have to give my spouse so much long overdue praise. He managed to make our holiday (Thanksgiving) wonderful. With me working the holiday and the entire weekend, the man really stepped it up. He cleaned, cooked, and decorated like a fiend. He was like a little energizer bunny doing all of the things needed to make things perfect. He even baked cookies from a recipe that he remembered as a kid. The man has always been a Christmas nut so he really enjoys putting up all of the decorations.It was so nice coming home to a clean and cheery house. He even had a glass of wine waiting for me. I felt so spoiled and I wish every nurse to have such a haven for their off hours during this craziness. It is family that renews, restores, and brings balance to the chaos. |
| I will be working tomorrow night and working holidays always temporarily bums me out when I have to leave the family while they enjoy their food coma But I am thankful for my coworkers who are committed to providing excellent care as they miss their families. I am thankful for a husband who will cook a turkey before I leave so I can feed my belly. And I am very thankful for all of the family and friends staying safe at home this Turkey Day. May God bless you and keep you all safe. Cheers and love peeps, here's to hoping this madness ends soon. |
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| I have been writing down my childhood memories of growing up in E. St. Louis. It has been great fun revisiting my thoughts and dreams from that era. It has put me in contact with many people that grew up there as well and share similar memories. It does a body good to have people tell you that your story resonated with them. So here sits my Thanksgiving Day thankfulness. I am thankful for the people that shared a place and time of importance to me, childhood. |
| Gearing up for the insanity once more. This has been the roughest year of my nursing career. The news stations keep telling people that the hospitals are full, with no more room at the Inn. They need to clarify! There is no more staff to care for these people! I can pop anyone into a makeshift room but I can't guarantee that someone will be back to tend to their needs. I had a man screaming at me the other night because he waited an hour before he got his soda. What I couldn't tell him was that we were in the middle of a Medical emergency for over 2 hours and that the person ended up passing. It has been many years since I was a new young nurse wanting to cry over the bad days we experience. I have toughened up and shed my tears on people I encounter, not tasks.or stress But for the first time in a long time I had to leave this soda seeking jerk's room before I cried my eyes out. Some years ago we began marketing the hospitals as comfortable homes away from home, or hotels with room service. I can even remember a campaign that was pushed that if you complained because your needs weren't met within 5 minutes, you got coupon for a free meal in the cafeteria. Nurses called it bitching for a burger with even the nicest of patients complaining to get free meals for their visitors. The program ended within a month because the hospital couldn't keep up with demand. It could be argued that improvement was needed on the front lines with regard to answering call lights or doing what the patient wanted, but I was the one that had to deal many of those complaints. There were a few genuine concerns, but for the most part they were things like (I didn't like my nurse in ED, My lunch was late yesterday, Why can't I have 5 visitors after 10 p.m.?, I didn't get my bath today because I said no when they asked, they microwaved my food and it was too hot to eat,and my tv went down in the storm) By word of mouth this insane program spread with people showing up on the floor asking for their free meal. Fast forward to 2020, the year of COVID, the cafeteria and the coffee shop closes at two in the afternoon. Food stored on the floors is the bare minimum, you will be lucky to get peanut butter and grahm crackers. So you better eat what they send you when they send it. Night Nurses are also out of luck when it comes to buying a hot meal. Visitors are limited to the dying patients and even then only one is allowed. So please, if you see a garbed up visitor do not complain because they were allowed visitors. They were there to say goodbye to a loved one that spent their last days alone. We are not allowed to microwave food from the outside, so eat it cold or when you get it. No, you do not get a huge plastic cup with the hospital logo. We can only bring throw away cups to your room. And please remember, that while you spent 10 minutes chewing me out for that late soda, I could have been medically caring for someone in dire need. You are welcome for the soda and I promise to do my best to meet all of your needs. And there is no tip necessary, as I rethink my choice of careers. It was said a long time ago, that patience is a virtue and in the coming days we will need more and more of this virtue. Please pray for healthcare workers everywhere as they navigate through the tumultuous COVID infested waters. |
| . “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” ― Plato “Music is the shorthand of emotion.” ― Leo Tolstoy Two quotes about the impact of music in our lives.If you have ever been called back in time by a song, then you know the explosion of love and bursting of emotion it can bring to the heart.Music can rock you world without you even being aware of its importance. The simple lyrics of a tune may not strike your memory until years later. It could be a song that your parent sang, or a tune about a first love. It could be a tune that you heard on the radio at a sad point in your life, but the power that it holds is beyond amazing. It has the ability to capture a moment in time and hold it in a special bubble for you to relive the memory. Music is majestic. |
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