STATE OF MY LIFE ADDRESS

My Job It has almost been a year now since I started working at Mystic Bay Alzheimers Residence. A year of many changes. When I first accepted the job, I knew there would need to be much organizing and getting things up to par for the state inspectors. The facility was out of compliance on so many different things. This is what I have accomplished thus far: External medications now separate from internal meds and each person has their own labeled box. Organized first aid kits for nursing staff and caregivers on each wing, wasted about 6 months worth of discontinued medications that were stock piled. It was hard to waste 60 Vicodins the other day knowing that BB has so much back pain all the time-he cringed when I told him I had done this I have never stolen any medications my nursing license means too much for me. Set up a nursing manual/procedures book for new nurses, organized the “faxing area” for physican orders, pharmacy medication deliveries, organized the High-Fall Risk Prevention Program, the never ending job of thinning out the charts, making sure all the CPR Code Status sheets are signed by MD– a rather important document-don’t you think? and I have been official been crowned the “BM Nazi” in other words the pop monitor. My next goal is Caregivers compliance -this is stepping my boundaries a little bet because this is not my department. Finally hired another week end nurse–Lets hope she stays!! We have gone through so many nurses this year. It takes special people to do this kind of work. –So I have been told.

My 107 year old patient died last week. I think about how she would gaze into my eyes, grab my hand and tell me I’m beautiful. This always made me smile. I knew it would be just a matter of time that her life would come to an end. Morphine will do that to you. I told her it would give her peace. My dad died three years ago, almost to the day of her death. I unplugged the machines and ended his life too. I feel as if I’m some kind of death angel. Ushering people from one life to the next. The surgeon is hanging on to life right now–no morphine yet. He just hasn’t eaten in two weeks he just lies in his bed and says “no, no, when I try to get him to do things like sit up. His family is prepared and waiting for his death. His wife is out skiing somewhere–I guess that is how she deals with the pending death of her husband. She shouldn’t run away from death–it can be a beautiful thing.

My Health I’m slowly joining the real world again. I have been taking the wrong dose of Synthroid for the last 6 months. I was taking 175mcg instead of the intended dose of 0.75mcg. Just a major pharmacy error. I need to start looking at my own labwork. The wrong dose had caused my depression–It could have even killed me since I don’t have a thyroid. I’m taking a drug holiday right now for a couple of weeks–It’s amazing how much better I feel

My Family I have made my diary closed to the general public–my family is no longer allowed to read me because certain people have big mouths and forgot the promise that what is written on my diary stays on my diary. My baby sister was not involved in this because she knows how to keep a sister pact-it’s too bad my nieces couldn’t control themselves. I love them but it hurt me to find out that they violated me. I have been avoiding my family this week, the week of my fathers death. Still way too painful to talk about it. Not this year–

My so-called Kid has managed to flunk all his classes with the exception of health he got a D. I’m still waiting for his report card it shouldn’t take a week to go 4 miles–I’m thinking he intercepted the mail so maybe he did flunk all his classes–but no one flunks Health==do they? A great way to start his high school experience. Just found out he took his Dad’s truck while we were in Whistler,Canada. He said he just went for a joy ride with some friends. The radio was on a rap station, smelled like cologne, parking brake on. He is so grounded for everything right now. Looks like he will never be allowed to drive while living under this roof. I caught him trying to pierce his nipple the other night–yikes! I told “Daddy”.

What’s On My Mind The kid and I can blast the music in the house while we are getting ready for the day. So we do agree on music alas, both get into trouble when daddy comes home in the evening and the music is blaring from the drive way. I have taught the kid that music must be loud to get the full effect.

I have decided I’m a GOOFY snowboarder. Which means my dominate leg feels better in the front rather than in the back. I’m weird like that..Rented the snowboard and took it to my own hill behind the cabin “enchanted hill” I have become quite creative with biting the snow landing on my ass, head first into powder, wrist bent way way back, snowboard landing in compromising positions. What makes this so good is that I’m laughing hysterically thinking that snow boarding is better than sex.

My smart media card reader has decided not to work, so no pictures to post. It really bothers me to no end when I can’t fix something. I love to trouble shoot but I’m running out of fix it ideas! I guess I could send away for another reader. NOt! I will fix it !!! I’m not one to give up too easily. My snowboarding skills can testify to that.

Lastly, I have been fantasizing about younger men. 19 year old snowboarding dudes. So hot! I was dancing with a handful of them at Buffolo Bills in Whistler. They could keep up with my dancing ability and Jagermeister shots.

What happens in Whistler stays in Whistler.