Speaking of gross. You know that show about gross jobs? I'm convinced they need to have nurses on there. Cause I see some seriously gross ass shit. I would love to blog about it (without using names of course) and I've seen another nurse who does but I still worry about the whole patient confidentiality thing. Knowing that it's unlikely but still possible if I were to write about something specific that happened there is a possibility that a family member or the patient could stumble across my post and that would be horrible for them and I'd probably lose my job. It's hard though because I always come home dying to tell someone about the gross shit I saw at work. Like last night. Which without saying to much I can say I have now seen a cervix and I didn't need a speculum. Yucky.
We've also been having more kids come in with broken bones etc. I guess because it's summer and all here. Poor little ones. I feel so bad for them. They're all scared and hurt. It got me talking to a coworker though about being a kid. And things like jungle gyms. I remember having jungle gyms that were a good 12 tall and they were built over CEMENT!! Not sure what the designers were thinking there. Easier to clean off the blood? And yes I'm sure there were plenty of kids who got hurt on those toys. I was lucky and wasn't one of them. And let me tell you looking back on it I'm pretty sure it was luck and only luck. I was thinking about some of the stunts that I used to do like sitting on top of the chin up bars and flinging myself backwards (without using my hands) to spin around and flip off the bar to land on my feet. Yeah, I went to school with a girl taking gymnastics. And she taught us all the stuff they were teaching her. I remember my mom coming to the playground with me once and me showing her all the cool great stuff I could do. I'm pretty sure she didn't seem all that enthused by my performance. Of course looking back at it I can realize that she didn't want to let on that I had just shaved several years off her life and that possibly she even wet her pants a little. Yet I lived to tell about it. And I know if I had a daughter who tried some of the things I did I would freak the fuck out. Yes I used to be fairly fearless. Except for kidnappers in the dark. Which I was afraid of whether they were real or not. Now I think I've went the other way. I no longer feel like I'm afraid of the dark but there's no way you'd get me up on those bars. No sireee. I also remember when I was about 21 I was babysitting a friends 9 year old daughter and I took her to the bars and tried to show her the stuff I used to do, like spinning around and shit. Seriously it hurt big time and all I did was make myself sick. Nope, my gymnastic days are so very long gone.
Getting rid of some of this stuff I've been carting around has been nice. I didn't make as much money on it off ebay as I had hoped but I still did ok. Now to work on not trying to compensate in other areas. For instance someone mentioned I was missing cycling and so I ended up with a new kitty who didn't fit in. While this wasn't necessarily true since I was guilted into taking Scout there was another part of me that has/had been wanting to take on something else to care for. You know, no baby so I'll find something else to care for. Oh how I dread how my mind works sometimes.
Freaking out about my house in Washington. My renter is moving out. While this is basically a really good thing the timing really isn't optimal. Now I'm going to have to make another trip home to hire a management company and someone to clean the house etc. Plus be responsible for the whole payment until I manage to get it rented. Trying basically to just not think of that. Well I'm so tired I'm falling asleep at the computer. I should go to sleep now. Which means not watching Bu*rn N0tice tonight. Oh well. I'd probably sleep through the show and there is just way too much eye candy to do that.
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You know...you could have a permission only blog that you could write about the work stuff on. Then there would be no way possible a patients relative could stumble across it. And, whenever you had a post, you could put a little blurb about it on here.
And, there was major eye candy in Burn Notice this week.
oh yes- you must be awake for Burn Notice!
Seriously- you always have so much going on- you amaze me.
also- I just remember how RUSTY all the play yard stuff was when I was growing up. My hands were always orange from rust or I was cutting up an elbow from some pointy bit on a swing set...however did we survive??
No you do not need internet access. You can just text from your phone. If it is the same as mine you just need to text to 40404 and it will show on twitter. i do it all the time.
I am sure a nurse has got to be on gross jobs. That is why I could never do it. I can not handle gross stuff like bodily functions. the only things that don't bother me are like watching those shows like trau.ma life in the ER. Surgeries and blood don't bother me. Go figure.
Wow, cement on the floor of a playground (and under a tall jungle gym!) - definitely frightning! We used to have sand in our playgrounds, but that was a health probalem as cats and dogs might do their stuff there. Today playgrounds here have a rubber surface - much safer and neater.
And how is Scout doing? (sorry can't remember if you ended up giving him away or not)
When I think back to all the things my friends and I did, it is a wonder we made it to adulthood.
Not to mention what our parents did to us - I think I quit riding in a car seat as soon as I could walk. And guess where I went then? Yup - just stood in the seat between them. Sheesh.
Did you figure the tweet thing out?
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