It's been a good couple of weeks. Friends held a 4th of July party yesterday that drew plenty of guests, primarily from the local belly-dance community and their menfolk. The husband is good on the grill (wings especially) and the wife makes terrific pomegranate martinis in particular. It ended with drumming on the deck and s'mores at the firepit and a little dancing on the side (most of the ladies were happy to have the opportunity not to dance for once).
More than Independence Day, I was celebrating one year as a nurse -- it remains one of the best ideas I've ever had. Work goes well, with more orientation to new areas since my last entry (primarily a cardiac clinic and a procedure recovery unit). I wasn't sure, at the beginning, how well I'd interact with patients, but I seem to have a knack for interacting with the most depressed or crotchety. Not always intentional -- during a particularly painful biopsy I bent down to talk to the moaning and wailing patient (who was halfway in a CT machine) and my scrubs ripped, audibly through the crotch. I've never seen someone go from wailing to laughing hysterically back to wailing in the space of a minute. I've come pretty far, but I'm still closer to the beginning than any end point. Much to learn, and it's quite fantastic.
I've always tried to keep up with some level of exercise, but this year is going particularly well. Dropped 13 pounds thus far and am actually showing signs of nascent belly definition. Who knew I had ribs?! Donating blood on Wednesday, my blood pressure was a very reasonable 118/86 -- this after a couple years being in the 130s and 140s (I blame nursing school). If I can find a way to remain asleep for 8 hours I'll be golden.
Those few hours of rest net some quality dreaming, though. My favorite of late: I had given some rousing speech to neighbors encouraging activism and liberty and so forth. A Tea Party crusader took offense and began terrorizing myself and friends...with kudzu, planted in our lawns. Not a plant I think about very often, but somehow it had gotten into my subconscious. That shit really can grow everywhere!
Cheers,
-TTm
More than Independence Day, I was celebrating one year as a nurse -- it remains one of the best ideas I've ever had. Work goes well, with more orientation to new areas since my last entry (primarily a cardiac clinic and a procedure recovery unit). I wasn't sure, at the beginning, how well I'd interact with patients, but I seem to have a knack for interacting with the most depressed or crotchety. Not always intentional -- during a particularly painful biopsy I bent down to talk to the moaning and wailing patient (who was halfway in a CT machine) and my scrubs ripped, audibly through the crotch. I've never seen someone go from wailing to laughing hysterically back to wailing in the space of a minute. I've come pretty far, but I'm still closer to the beginning than any end point. Much to learn, and it's quite fantastic.
I've always tried to keep up with some level of exercise, but this year is going particularly well. Dropped 13 pounds thus far and am actually showing signs of nascent belly definition. Who knew I had ribs?! Donating blood on Wednesday, my blood pressure was a very reasonable 118/86 -- this after a couple years being in the 130s and 140s (I blame nursing school). If I can find a way to remain asleep for 8 hours I'll be golden.
Those few hours of rest net some quality dreaming, though. My favorite of late: I had given some rousing speech to neighbors encouraging activism and liberty and so forth. A Tea Party crusader took offense and began terrorizing myself and friends...with kudzu, planted in our lawns. Not a plant I think about very often, but somehow it had gotten into my subconscious. That shit really can grow everywhere!
Cheers,
-TTm
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yesenia:
=) thanks
yesenia:
yay!