The Rainbow ends here!

It was reported to me today by my husband that a rainbow terminated just off the side of my driveway. How amazing! He said in all his 54 years he had never seen the end of a rainbow. He asked me if I had in my …hmmm  years? I replied,” no I hadn’t either”. Shortly after I regretted saying that, as I am sure I just lied. I had seen the beginning and the end of a rainbow many many times. In the sprinkler as a kid, in science class with the prisms, and even in parades. I didn’t set out to lie, it just happened. In honesty though, I did kind of answer truthfully. I had never seen a rainbow from actual rain end in front of me. I am sure that is what he was implying with his question.

Does that make me a liar? I mean, I answered the question for what I thought he was implying. Clinton did that with the whole “did you have sexual relations” question. Oh I know, I threw a politician in there. I know but it was a good example of how it can be an honest lie right?

Kismet

Sometimes things just happen. It’s true. Call it fate, destiny, kismet, or anything else you like, our paths are determined by something much bigger than us. As I grow, I see things in new light. I can watch a person walk into a room and automatically they own it. What is that? Self help books describe using body language to work a room, but even in elementary school some kids just tend to stand out. They may be straight A or straight clown, but there is something to them, and people notice.

I often wonder what it is about me that people notice. I used to get a lot of comments about my smile, but not so much anymore. It’s obvious when people who know me, see me, and say smile it’s not that bad! And I’m not even in a bad mood, it’s just me in deep thought. The older me really misses the younger me. The younger me had no worries, no bills, no kids, no stress, no sadness, just smiles.

I spend a little time on Facebook, I dabble a bit… All day long I see the posts of people from high school and acquaintances I have met over the years sharing glimpses of their lives. Little snapshots of what represents their fears, loves, and interests. It never seems to amaze me how different people can be. Some want to show off and impress. While others just want to be connected. I just want to laugh again. The meme’s are funny and can be so insightful. It doesn’t take long to turn a  harmless joke into a source of very serious protest.

Someday’s I feel like the world just needs to smile more. I am not a religious person at all, but I believe in something much bigger than me. Last night I was outside with my kids and the sky created such a beautiful double rainbow and the backdrop was a purple and pink canvas. i know that it was magical because there were pictures all over Facebook today. Others saw what I saw and reveled in the beauty of the moment. It was truly something to behold. I am grateful that I was allowed to wake to another day and given another chance to catch a glimpse of how honest and raw nature can be!

 

Perspective

Sometimes you need a little perspective. As a nurse we lose that over time. Call it burn out, compassion fatigue, or just lack of empathy, what ever you choose. It’s never a good thing. At some point we go to work and it’s just another day. Unfortunately, for so many of the people we encounter in our day, it is so much more.

I walked into work today with a set of goals. 1. clean off my desk. 2. Turn in my HR paperwork before I get a pink slip. 3. Help my co-worker get through his day. I started out great, had it together. By lunch-time I was getting it done! I decided since it was fried chicken Thursday, I would grab a bite and eat it in my office. I was searching for some you tube video’s on feedback for a presentation next week when I clicked onto Facebook. Big mistake!

I found a post from a high school acquaintance who hadn’t posted in a while. She went on to describe her recent hospital stay. Complete with what it was like to feel yourself almost die and be completely incapacitated. I was moved. I knew she had health issues, but until that moment didn’t realize the world was almost with out a very amazing person.

I went on with my day, but had her in my head. then around 2:30pm a code was called in my ICU. I ran upstairs making a mental inventory of my patients narrowing it down as to who could possibly be coding. It was not the patient that I expected. In 4 hours we did several codes on this person.

After the shift, I pulled out my Facebook and read her post to my staff. I followed with, we advocate for people like her. She credited the nurses for saving her life. This is why we do what we do. She got to go home see her child and remind her husband that when it is her time to go, get the damn purple glitter urn! Because thank god this was not her time!

Day in and Day out

I was just cruising my college class discussion board and received feedback on a paper I submitted. I earned a 98! I yelled out to my hubby, ” hey, I got a 98 on my paper!” He replied, ” that’s nice dear.” I worked on my paper for 2 days in between building a fence for the daughters new horse and entertaining the neighbors. That was a solid grade for all that I did that weekend, all while sporting an injury. Someday’s I’d just like to have a personal cheerleader!

I work hard, I do the day in and day out routine. It’s not perfect, but I get the job done. my typical mornings Monday through Friday  look like this,

0500- get out of bed , start waking the devil child so I can be called all kinds of names at    0630 when she finally rouses and yells that I didn’t wake her at 0500.

0510- pour some coffee, look at my email from work,listen to the news. attempt to wake    the child.

0515-attempt number 3 at waking child. let puppy out, walk around the back yard saying over and over again… poopers… poopers…

0520- attempt 4 waking child. sit at computer and check personal email, look at class online. maybe pay some ebills!

0530- realize I can’t see a damn thing and look for the reading glasses that the hubby and I share.

0545- pour cup number two of liquid gold sanity. attempt number 5 to wake the devil. at this point I am considering calling the priest because I know where we are heading! In about 45 minutes the head will be spinning and I will be the most stupid incapable person on the planet who can’t do a damn thing right.

0600- start waking the sleeping beauty “the teenage daughter”. She is sometimes emotionally balanced, but those grenades do go off from time to time.

0610- attempt number 6 waking the devil and attempt number 2 at the sleeping beauty. turn on the flat iron for sleeping beauty and consider my clothing options for the day.

0615- Finally, sleeping beauty arouses. I feed the rabbit, the dog, and the puppy. attempt to wake the devil for the 7th time. This time as I exit the room I hear, ” you idiot, it’s not 5! I continue to exit and try not engage as the holy water has not been blessed this morning. I do however attempt to get an answer to, “what would you like for breakfast?” In an attempt to get out the door at a reasonable hour. To which I hear, ” I DON’T KNOW, because YOU didn’t wake me up!”

0617- the coffee has hit the spot. The devil has risen and now as I am on the potty myself, I hear, “Where’s my waffles?  I told you I wanted waffles!”

0618- off the potty, I say, ” you want waffles?” Devil replies, ” what else is there?” I go through the list again as if it has changed since 0615. Yes, “I want waffles, I told you to make me waffles.”

0620- waffle iron on! Batter made! we might make it out the door on time!

0630- these are disgusting,you didn’t do it right! Make me pop-tarts!  I choke down the anger and think about the year 2026… instantly my mind goes to a tropical hut on the water and I am watching the fish swim through the clear floor. it’s so peaceful here in the future. There is a warm breeze and I can hear the ocean waves lapping against the dock. Seagulls are flying overhead and making their ha ha haaa sounds.

0630 and 30 seconds…. where are my pop tarts and don’t forget the milk!

0650- time to get dressed! This becomes another chore, another 25 minutes trying to find clothes because what ever I put out is not going to be right. My child ends up looking like a disheveled mess heading off to school. I swear they must think I don’t care about my kid!  The truth is I know I care too too much. I try to make everyone happy and in the end, day in and day out I’m miserable. It is my own making, I did this to myself.

 

 

 

It’s not just my job…

I never really know what is going to come out in these posts. I just sit down and start to babble. I try to be relevant, present, and humorous if possible.  I recently attended a leadership conference with my place of employment. I remember as I was watching the division president (who is very cool) stand on stage and give his presentation, I thought, “Damn, I wish I could do that!” He was captivating. It was almost like I was watching T.V. I kind of chuckled to myself, as he paced back and forth reading from the teleprompter on the floor. My thoughts were exactly this, ” hmm, are they going to ask for money at the end, how did he get that suit to look that good, did I see him on a church program, where is the bathroom I really need to pee?”

My company always has a story from someone that was impacted by our care. This year we had two and I cried at both of them. I am a nurse and that means a lot to me. I have worked really hard to earn my degrees and I know the value that we have and the impact that we make everyday. Sure there are times when we cut up and make jokes, but it is necessary to be able to deal with some of the things that nurses deal with. We can have every range of emotion during a shift. A quick glimpse at a 12 hours shift can be joy for a birth or a life revived, sadness for a dying patient or their crappy family taking them for their money, and even anger at the system and the insurance companies. Sometimes the people that need the most help get none and the people that don’t need help get it all.

Nevertheless, by the end of 2 days, I was sold! I drank the kool-aid. It really was inevitable I mean they served really great food and that just makes me melt into submission. It’s how I ended up married the second time and what now keeps me married now! You might be thinking to yourself, “what the hell is she talking about?” Well, let me explain it to you.

I met my second husband before I divorced the first. No, I didn’t cheat. Actually, I was left at my cousins house to “learn” how to be a good wife. His words not mine! During that time, my cousin and his best friend spent a lot of time together and therefore I spent a lot of time with my cousins best friend! I finally got divorced and he made good on that meal that he kept promising to cook me . Ah, steak and lobster. I really wish I had known that the wedding meal would be frozen, the food would be cold, and the cake that you save for your 1 year anniversary would be lost. Now, it is the ice cream and the secret candy bars I buy when no one is looking that keeps me going.

 

You’ll Never Know

There is no possible way to know what someone is thinking all the time. I know  they are working on developing technology, but to my knowledge it hasn’t happened yet. I am sure that it will because it was on a movie or Star Trek at some point. Let’s be real, that stuff that was on those shows has eventually happened. I mean, look at captain Kirk’s transponder. Duh, we have cell phones. Which is odd when you think that we worked really hard to get the phones as portable and small as possible only to now make them as large and readable as we can! Do you think when you are watching a movie from the 80’s and the cell phone is in a portable case and HUGE that it is funny? It wasn’t in the 80’s, it was cool and elite. I wonder what things we do now will be funny 35-40 years from now?

I will be old enough to make fun of the little whipper snappers these days… I’ll be saying, back in my day… and we had it much tougher than this generation. The whole we had to walk 2 miles uphill in the snow will be we had to ride our hover boards on unpaved paths and chance they would burn up just waiting to recharge. Terrible. Just terrible.

You’ll never know the struggle.

It’s been a long time coming!

Today is my service awards dinner to celebrate my 15 years with the company. Of course, there will be others celebrating a lot more time than my meager 15 years. Kudos to those people. Anything that can be sustained any amount of time is worth celebrating. Much like marriage. It should be celebrated too. These days, it is far to easy to throw in the towel and act as if you never loved, hated, fought or made-up. True fact, if you talked to your co-workers and argued like spouses often do, you wouldn’t make it to 15 years.

Maybe spouses should treat each other like business partners. When things get heated leave for 10 hours then return and do it again the next day. Have planning sessions to plan planning sessions, steal each others lunch from the fridge, and have your own bathrooms.  Now that is a novel idea! Take vacation away once a year and enjoy a few long weekends away. Just the thought of that is delicious.

Just food for thought…