WHATS UP WITH ME

It has been a very difficult work week. All my loving little patients have the Norovirus the “Cruise ship virus”. Lots of diarrhea and vomiting–yucky green coming from both ends. There is no medication for this virus it is best just to let the body naturally flush the virus out via both ends. I have been pushing fluids like a mad nurse. I really worry about my patients becoming dehydrated. Many employees have gone home sick with the virus. I’m fortunate to be one of the lucky ones–Must be my excellent hand washing techniques. Thank God–I didn’t tarnish my attendance record–I haven’t missed a day in work in 10 years. I’m very proud of my work ethics.

BB and I are having so many problems with Criag,(BB’s son who lives with us) as of lately, he has the phone attached to his head talking to his new girlfriend. I have lost count of all his girl friends he has had this school year–Lets see there was Crystal, Maria, Brett, Rachel and Tiff there are a few more but I just can’t remember. He claims to have loved them all. I have been really shocked about how these teenage girls are so sexually active now a days. They think that a blow job is a modified french kiss. I may be pushing 40 but to me a blow job is a sexually act. I worry about Criag getting one of these girls pregnant. His mom had him when she was 16 and I know she would be very upset. BB has had the man to man talk with him about sex. I hope he is listening. His grades are notorious, attitude really sucks, He wishes I was dead. His dad is trying to help him become a man and teach him the right way to live but Craig is so closed minded right now all he thinks about is girls and partying and getting his driving permit.. Thank God he hasn’t stolen the car again.. BB said that he would call the police if he takes his truck out again for a joy ride. He has most of his privileges taken away: cell phone, driving permit, internet, no friends allowed over the only thing left to take away is the land phone but BB says that he will discount wires so that it will be difficult to use the phone.

Still trying to conceive a baby. Every damn month is a disapointment . I’m just about ready to give up and go to a fertility clinic and get some help. There is a young caregiver at work who is happily married and has two children. She came into work the other day and told me she is pregnant I was starting to congratulate her and give her a hug but she stopped me in my tracks and said that she had to take off work and get an abortion. I was a little shocked by this because she is active in her church I was even more shocked that she told many people about this decision– it was if she was just going to the dentist to get her teeth cleaned. She caught the look on my face all I could muster to tell her was “it’s your choice”. She knows that I have been trying to have a baby. She could see the deep sadness that was within me. Today she came to work like a spring chicken all happy and vivacious. She took me aside and told me she talked to her pastor and he said that God will forgive her. I wonder if it really is that easy for women to have abortions. I wonder if they ever think “what if”, do they hope to see this child in the after life, do they wonder what the child would have looked like, do they tell their other children about the child that almost made it into this world. Just doing lots of wondering tonight…

THINGS I HATE

I hate it when people at work whisper to each other secrets knowing that I’m a few feet away. It makes me wonder if they are talking about me.

I hate it when I’m at a red light and it turns green and the car behind me blast the horn–come on people give me a chance to get my foot off the brake and onto the gas pedal

I hate to see those so called homeless people on every corner of a busy intersection begging for money while smoking cigerettes and drinking a coke.

I hate to see litter alongside the highway–I can’t help but think of that Indian on his horse– shedding a tear. Makes me sad too.

I hate it when some of my patients are dumped at our facility and the family forgets about them.–Let DSHS take care of them now.

I hate it when I’m at the check out stand at the grocery store and my debit card decides not to work. How embarresing is this–thank god I still have a few checks….

I hate it when I fall asleep on the couch during my favorite show “Survivor” of course it is during the best part of the show–Tribal Council!!