Friday, March 29, 2013


In light of my last post of sadness, I felt like I needed to post some happy things!

1. I actually feel hungry again after that dreadful stomach virus. Hopefully, it's run it's course. I DO NOT do stomach viruses.

2. I had a relaxing trip to the beach a couple of weeks ago with my mom!
Nothing taller than the water tower on this island!
3. I LOVE sunrise and sunset, especially at the beach!

4. It's so wonderful to see a friend who has moved away while on a trip!

5. I'm learning to truly trust in God again and to study my Bible, especially in my times of need.

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Bible Bound

So, I'm having a tough time. A really tough time. It's not just that I've been sick. Some other stuff has come to my attention and I have to figure out a way to deal with it. (I hate to be cryptic; I just don't want certain people to somehow stumble upon this and use it against me or take it the wrong way.) I was just on Pinterest and saw some really helpful Bible verses. So, I have decided that it is truly time for me to turn to God and my Bible (not that I've turned away, I've just gotten distracted and busy as so many of us do) to deal with my tough times. You can't always count on the people around you to understand what's going on in your life, but God will understand, even if He doesn't give you exactly what you want, or what you think you need. I'm installing an app on my phone right now, actually, so I can go to the Bible when I don't have my copy with me.

I'm hoping that this will give me the strength to get through this difficult time. If you find a moment, please pray that I'll make it through this both stronger and wiser than I otherwise would have.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Being Sick Sucks

(Beware, I'm talking about being for real sick, not just having sinus issues or a migraine or something.)

So, I have spent the last couple of months (or longer) fighting off a respiratory infection (no surprise here; I work in a hospital). In the past month or so, I've been on 3 courses of antibiotics, the first of which was paired with steroids (ugh, made me feel awful). Unfortunately, some antibiotics make you especially sensitive to the sun, so on my beach trip, I ended up with a crazy sunburn on my legs. Painful.

Even after all of this, I still felt bad, so after I got off work the other morning and got the jokers at my doctor's office to actually answer the phone, I went in for an appointment with my personal doctor (there are a few docs, plus a nurse practitioner in the practice). He thought I needed more steroids and prescribed some cough syrup, so off I went the pharmacy to get my prescriptions filled. And to buy things I didn't need while I was waiting (I did get some bronzer and super cute Essie nail polish, though). I came home, took my medication, laid in an oatmeal bath (sunburned, itchy legs, people), showered and got in bed. And slept until after 7 pm. I was up and down for several hours after that, ate some white cheese popcorn and some apple slices (NOT at the same time), played on the computer, whatever.

A little while before the rest of the house got up, I started to feel like crap. Nausea, yay! I told my parents that I felt bad, and got back in bed, where I promptly threw all of the covers off of me because I felt overheated. My mother and Charlie dog left for work, and my dad left to go on a business trip, and shortly thereafter, I felt like I was actually going to be sick, so I made my way to the bathroom. Unpleasant. After I started throwing up (I had already called the doc's office, sure it was the steroids to tell them about the nausea and other GI issue I was having), I called my mom and told her I needed her to come home. I also called the doc's office back and informed them that I was now throwing up. The lady who answered the phone thought I had already told her that, so I informed her that she was mistaken.

My lovely mom and Charlie came home to me curled up on the couch (remind me to Clorox wipe that thing--I didn't throw up on it, but I did have a stomach bug and I was lying on the cool, cool bathroom floor at one point). I made my way to my parents' bathroom (I was told that I had to stay downstairs), did what needed to be done, and felt dizzy as I made my way to wash my hands. After the hand washing I laid in the floor because I was dizzy and the tile was cool and I apparently needed to throw up again. So, I yelled for my mom, who was kind enough to clean that lovely mess up. I washed up again, and made my way back to the couch where I stayed for most of the rest of the day. My mom went to get me some ginger ale (always get Canada Dry, as it is the only ginger ale made with actual ginger) and some yellow Gatorade (the best kind of Gatorade; if you don't think so, you're wrong, so just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong). I stayed on the couch for most of the rest of the day, until I decided to shower and get in bed a little after 7 pm. At which point, I was apparently "white as a sheet" and "whiter than white."

Due to the napping during the day, and the fact that I'm a vampire due to my job, I woke up in the middle of the night and took my temperature (remind me to clean the thermometer). I was running the first real temperature I've had in years--101.1 F. I took some ibuprofen and covered up (as a nurse, I would tell you to stay uncovered, but nurses are the worst patients). We decided that I probably had a stomach bug instead of medication-induced feeling like crap.

So, that's how I spent my few nights off. Feeling like crap and throwing up for the first time in over a year and a half. A great way to spend my time off (NOT).

Friday, February 22, 2013


It's Friday!

Awesome things that have happened recently:

1. I bought this.
I went to look, not buy....
2. I got my federal tax refund. I just have to deposit it. And wait for my state refund. (I'm looking at you, State of Georgia!).

3. I get to spend part of my week off with one of my dearest friends (and her husband)! Dinner, crafting, and getting our hair done are on the agenda. If only I didn't have to go back and work 5 12-hour shifts in a row after this week...

4. I live upriver from a large dam, which is a good thing today...

5. Sleep, glorious sleep!

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

We Are Never, Ever Getting Back Together. Ever.

The title of this post? How I feel about participating in a blood drive ever again. Not. Gonna. Happen.

I already knew that I didn't do well with giving blood. I've donated twice before (in, like, 2005), and almost passed out both times. Having half a liter of blood removed from your body can do that to you. But, I'm O Positive, so a lot of people can benefit from my blood. And, I get points for my health insurance if I donate. So, since I had to go to the hospital for a class on Tuesday morning, I decided to stop by the blood drive before I left. If only I hadn't qualified because I've been to Europe in the last 3 years, or if my hemoglobin was too low. But, alas, I qualified. So, I sat in the special blood donating chair thing, told them not to tell me when they were going to stick me, and was okay for awhile. Until I was almost done with the donation. I started to feel awful... lightheaded, weak, et cetera. I was told to uncross my legs, cough deeply, and pump my feet up and down, and the girl doing my blood draw put the special chair back so my feet were up higher in the air. They put cold packs behind my neck and on my chest, also. The lady who was coordinating the blood draw (from our lab), got me a Dr. Pepper, and, as soon as I was feeling like I could sit up again, handed it to me. I felt okay for a couple of minutes...

... Then it started again. The weird thing that happens to your vision when you start to get lightheaded and dizzy. I had to have them lie the chair back again. No bueno. I stayed there for awhile, drinking my Dr. Pepper, with someone fanning me and wiping the sweat off of my face, and after they sat the chair back up and I felt better (not great, just better), I decided to get something to eat and sit in a normal chair for a few minutes before I left. I had gotten so clammy that I'd soaked through the back of my shirt and scrub pants. Ugh. When I decided to leave, I could tell that the blood donation people didn't really want me to go, but I only had a 5-10 minute drive home. Or so I thought. My mom's car has been in the shop, so I had to go pick her up from work. And then she wanted to drive through somewhere and get lunch, so Chick-fil-a it was. LuckilyI had ordered sweet tea with my food, and I advised my mother that I needed a straw as we were sitting at a red light. Surprisingly, I felt more stable when I was talking to someone (which is why, on the way to her office, I tried to call a couple of other people, who unfortunately didn't answer). When we got home, I almost immediately went upstairs (I felt pretty sick to my stomach) and was in the bed within a few minutes. Harry Potter helped me deal for awhile, and he and I could chill while I was horizontal.

So, alas, you now have the story of why I will never give blood again. I had a worse experience that I did when I was in college, more that 7 years ago, when I weighed 10 pounds less than I currently do. At least I know that up to 3 people will benefit from my blood donation. If you don't have issues when you donate, certainly go and donate. It's for a great cause, and we often have a blood shortage. I just know that I can't do it again.

Friday, February 1, 2013

High Five For Friday

I end up working a lot of Friday nights, so I haven't done a H54F post in awhile! Here we go!

1. Seven nights off! So excited!

2. Sleep, glorious sleep.
Actually taken a few months ago on the way home from vacation :)

3. Scandal (@ScandalABC on Twitter) is one of the best shows ever.
4. Hulu Plus keeps me caught up on the TV I miss while at work, or too exhausted to stay awake.
5. Re-reading the entire Harry Potter series makes me happy!

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Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Crazy Ones

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do." --Steve 

I think to be a nurse (or be in any way truly involved with the medical profession), you have to be what some would consider a little "crazy." In the hospital, we work long hours (day after day), deal with difficult cases, may not get the chance to eat or go to the bathroom until 3 am (if we get the chance at all). We see people at their lowest, their sickest, at the moment of their death. We comfort our patients and their families when they are scared. We tell our patients what to do to get better so they can go home and be with the people they care about. We have patients we truly enjoy (and patients that we can't wait to send home). Some days (or nights, for me) we don't even want to get out of bed to come to work, but we do to help our patients get better. And, at the end of the day, we love it. We want to be there for you. We want to help you get better. We want to be involved, not just with medicine, but with people. And the biggest thing I can ask of anyone I come into contact with at work is to remember this. We're tired, we may have just watched a patient die, we haven't had the chance to take care of ourselves, but we're still committed to helping you, and taking care of you. We may be a little bit crazy, but we love what we do. So, please, be kind. Know that we're doing our best. And, know that we're human, just like you.