Posts tagged TT
Posts tagged TT
Truthful Tuesday… I don’t think I’ve remembered to do one of these in awhile…. Is it still a thing?
I’m feeling better, but I still have to sleep, because I work tonight.
I think recently the sweetest thing I hear from others is how they can tell just by looking at me how happy I am. That just makes me smile more.
And because I can spend a moment bragging on BF with a Truthful Tuesday…. He recently organized my sock drawer, just because. That was very unexpected.
A non bragging on me…. I have not really done my hair since I was sick. I realized how crazy my hair truly looks and know I should never let that chaos happen again.
Do you ever just wake up feeling pretty?
Today is one of those days for me.
Time to break out in song.
TT….There seems to be more and more wrinkles!!! Dry skin and age really don’t mesh. But even though I am sleep deprived, I am happy. Hope you have a happy day.
**My kids (usually the oldest and get friends) will at times just start rambling off every term for breasts that they can think of. Double bubble is included. Their list cracks me up every time.
**I just uttered words I would have never expected to ever come out of my mouth: I have too many bras. This coming from a person who usually only had two or three ugly, but functional bras. This means I need to get rid of some bras. Before in life the only reason I got rid of a bra was because the elastic was worn and frayed and it did nothing a bra was supposed to do.
**A friend told me about how a tumblr picture of mine was seen by coworkers at lunch and the women went on about how my boobs had to be fake. I guess that’s a compliment. I had never thought my boobs were even possibly thought of as fake, they are very much the ones that came with my body.
**I will be getting them squished soon to check out the old lump and the new growth in the left breast next week I think. I have to get them squished pretty often, every year or every other year.
I had always hated writing. One of the downsides of coming to Tumblr at first was the fact that my interactions with others were based on my written word. I was aware how it was my worst form of communication. I do much better in a social setting where I can feel the atmosphere and read body language and interact with others on a different level. Forming words to express how I feel and place them together in a sentence that flows well and you can connect with just hasn’t been my thing. I’ve known this for a long time. Whenever I’ve heard people discuss writing in the past and having that desire to write, having that desire to share their stories, needing to write a book, and all that encompasses that passion to share the written word, my reaction has been—that’s great, I love to read and always need more to read.
I had never even had the inkling of the desire to write, until the last couple of weeks. Something inside of me has been suggesting I write. My initial reaction is, are you kidding me? Have you not seen me trip over the written word, completely fall on my face day after day and you want to have a desire to write something? How about we find someone to share these stories with, who has a gift with these words on paper and let them have the glory of using their talent? Then a response rises from deeper inside of me, no this is something you need to do.
This has been on the back of my mind. When I say back of my mind, this isn’t even the back burner. This is further away than that. This is area back behind the stove where something dripped years ago that it’s even easier to forget about than the back burner, so it’s very easy to ignore right now. I’m shocked that it’s even there. Who spilled that behind the stove? Who decided to give my head this idea?
I don’t know if anything will ever come of this idea, it could just be a fleeting thought and just needs a bit of bleach, an S.O.S pad, and a little elbow grease and the fleeting thought will be no more, but a shared past truth.
….with a nursing focus.
When I started nursing school, I had this grand idea that I wanted to become a nurse that was just amazing at starting IVs. I wanted to be the one that people turned to during the shift when a hard stick came around to see if I could try. I kept having failed attempts in school.
During school I had the worst instruction and was taught poorly how to start IVs. My preceptor during school wondered if I had some kind of eyesight problem, because I was always coming in on the side of the vein, just off by a slight angle, which is not the best way to enter a vein. She took me aside after and told me about my possible eye problem. I explained to her that we were taught in school to come in on the side of the vein. She’s like, NO! always come in on top of the vein. Once she explained that to me, I started getting successes, which excited me.
I left school with about a 50/50 success rate (including those I tried with the poor instruction). Then I have to say that there was a little bit of an extra nervousness that came around once I was on my own as a nurse. I know the first I IV I started on my own, the patient and their family member were like, wow—-I can’t believe you got it with how shaky you were.
I’ve had a couple of fails, but I’m getting better. By no means am I the person people will turn to, even though I have realized there are many nurses that won’t even attempt to try to start the IVs.
Recently I started an IV, it had been awhile since I had started one. I didn’t get a towel or anything under me. My supplies weren’t set up well and I hit the vein and I’m like——BLEEDER!!!! shit—-the family member is sitting right next to me, I’m in brand new scrubs, vein still good, blood seems like it’s just coming way too fast. I get everything together and explain that the blood seems more than it really is. Blood on the sheets, blood on the floor (just a few drops), I expected it to be on my new scrubs by the order of Murphy’s Law. Surprisingly I left with not a drop of blood on me. The patient asked me again about it on another shift of mine—-wondering why there was all the blood, so I’m sure I caused some worry (it really wasn’t that much blood, I just wasn’t prepared).
I have only started with a 22 gauge so far, because I have been a wimp at grabbing the larger gauges. I need to start adding that into my repertoire as well.
My success rates are now starting to be graded by age, health, weight, and so much more. The harder the stick ability, the better I feel about the success. My success rate is much higher than 50/50 lately, which makes me feel better. I am better at finding the veins too. I keep wondering what is the better newer technology that will need the stop of IVs. I feel people are going to look at our ear of medicine and just be in disgust of how awful and invasive we were to our patients in the name of healing.
Because I’m brave like the make-upless celebrities. No, truth is I’m lazy and I see no point in putting on make up to go play in poop, blood, puke and who knows what else. So between being lazy about make up and not wearing any to work, when I cross someone who hasn’t seen me without hair and make up done and I am dressed up, every time it’s a„, wow, I didn’t even recognize you. This still hadn’t changed my lazy habits.
And counting this in the topless Tuesday to join in with all the Tuesday memes. I guess I still need to add some TMI for Tuesday….anyone have any questions for TMI?
I shared my truth.
I ate tacos with no pants on.
I shopped online for pants while still not wearing pants.
Heading to bed, because I work tonight. So far I think I’ve done Tuesday right. Tuesday, you can keep being good to me, maybe I’ll join that other Tuesday meme that has to do with the lack of a top.
(I still think my eyes are burning a little from being in the sunshine earlier.)
I know my story is no where near a norm on divorce. I know each person has a unique story. I know I’ve been frustrated with how slow it’s come around, but I’m also aware of why and accepting of it. It’s weird to have to explain to people that I’m still in the same residence, but he’s at his girlfriend’s house half the time and it’s just been a slow moving process. (I truly think the kids have benefited more than I could have imagined by the way we have dealt with it all, which is one of the reasons I’m ok with it all, despite the frustration.)
The other week when we went to draw up all the paperwork to sign for the divorce, we hadn’t met with any lawyers before it, we didn’t even really know everything that we were going to get into, but I had heard some horror stories of how people have spent up to 10 hours arguing points of the divorce and still not coming to an agreement.
We started and were finished within 45 minutes. We took care of everything dealing with our children, finances, property and everything we have to do for this divorce in 45 minutes. We didn’t have one point of contention nor one real argument about anything.
It’s strange how things work out and I have noticed that my ex is a much better ex than he was a husband. I’m glad for this fact.
Well, I know many of you have kept up with my bad date stories. All up until I started dating myself and actually started having a good time on my dates. Then of course the good dates that ran into tragedy right after a good date happened. I truly believed that I just had no luck or chance of things working out in the dating world at all.
Towards the end of last year things took an unexpected turn. I was closing out those wonderful dating sites again (wonderful is not really the word I like to use, but can’t really think of a better sarcastic term at the moment). Usually in the past when I have closed out an account, if there was someone I was kind of talking to, I would give a heads up—hey, I’m leaving the site and give my email to further conversation, if there was interest. I’ve closed down the sites before and the conversation that continues after that is about nothing. Usually a, hey, why are you leaving and then nothing. So I sent out this I’m leaving message, and strangely a conversation continued. Then moved onto a proposed date, which turned out better than I could have expected. It was nice having the year end on a high note again and it’s always been nice that it has continued so far through this year, which I’m aware isn’t that long of a time, but it’s been very good and I’ll take very good in my life and enjoy it.