Junk Food Taxing

While I don't care if they tax junk food, I think the real money is in religion.

We could do a lot with the money we would get taxing churches and religious organizations.
They influence a lot of people regarding who to vote for and what they believe is good and bad in the world.

I think anyone who spreads so much hate and discrimination should have to pay for it.
They push their way into our schools and government facilities, blatantly stand up and pray to Jesus at football games and put the nativity scene on the court house lawn.

The Christians forget what separation of church and state was created to protect us from.
The very thing that Christians are doing now. . . .Proclaiming that their God is the only one and everybody else is going to hell.

Give me freedom from religion. And make the churches pay taxes and turn off all those lights in Andice Texas where the Baptist and the Catholic church across from each other battle to see who can light up the sky more.

And let me introduce you to my God, The Flying Spaghetti Monster. May his pastaness lift you up and carry you through a happy day.

Cleopatra is alive and well.

While she is known for so much more, Cleopatra is also the Queen of "Denial".

Nurse to elderly man--I see that you are a Diabetic.

Elderly man to nurse--What makes you say that?

Nurse--You are taking Metformin.

Elderly man--Oh, I don't have Diabetes. I just take that to keep my blood sugar down.

Coffin corner

I read in my time magazine an article on the recent plane crash in the ocean. It was said they were flying in their "coffin corner". Too low, too slow. It sure gave me a creepy feeling and made me think about, what else, my job.

It is very hard for me to think about making money off people who are sick or injured, although I couldn't live without my paycheck. But the pressure is on when my health care organization sees fit to cut "corners" to save money in this bad economy.

This is our "coffin corner"-----

The first to be canceled or cut are the very people who save lives. Nurses.
The next are our clerks, who if they aren't around, the nurses left have to answer phones, put in orders, make calls for DR's. and answer call lights. (One less nurse out there taking care of patients)

We do not have a shortage of nurses in this country yet. We have them knocking on our door to be hired. There are no openings. Productivity, patient numbers, steers the need. What we have are older (45 to 60 year old nurses) however experienced and skillful, who are "flying lower and slower" than we used to.

Expected to do more with less, I struggle as a charge nurse to pick up where others need help and take care of my own patient load while staying prepared for the one coming in who may need all we have available to save their life. And that person deserves nothing less.

May we never be caught flying too slow, too low.

My daughter lost her pregnancy at 10 weeks. We all felt helpless and sad. At least we know she can get pregnant after her cancer battle. It seems the women in this family do best when we have something we can fight against. It is having to accept the things we cannot change that pisses us off.

Tread lightly over the skunk under the porch.

I was watching the birds out my living room window one morning when something caught my eye coming towards the house.

Oh No!!!! All I could do was sit and watch with horror as a hugh skunk crawled under the porch.

I said, "No. That is not a good place to sleep today buddy. We are very noisy around here. We clomp on that deck all day long. Well maybe we could be a little quieter.

The skunk camped out with us for about a week. Caught a whiff of him once or twice but who doesn't have a guest that smells after a few days.

I am going to be a grammy again. My youngest, Marsha is pregnant. I've been missing having a baby in my arms.

I had an emotional break down recently. I am losing another tree. It has to come down because it is falling down and might do some damage on the way down. It surprises me how much love I feel for my trees.

I saw a dead skunk down the road last night. Skunks come, skunks go. It's all that happens in between that keeps life interesting.

Needing Mom

"Our achievements are measured by the people who need us."

It will be another mother's day soon.

When I think of my mother, my continued need for her at my age is so strong. She is always there at the end of my phone and she always knows just what I mean no matter what I'm talking about.

May my need for her only bring her a great sense of achievement.

For in being needed we always have something to do, someone to love, and much to look forward to.

I love you Mom

Hand Prints on the Walls

I am on the other end of nursing right now....A patient.
I had minor surgery on my feet. What is a nurse without good feet right?

The experience was a good one. Except for the pain of course.

There was also a very nice surprise in the OR. A nurse who has been retired and who comes back to work in the OR once in a while was on duty that day. Dee and I worked together when I was a brand new nurse. She taught me how to start IV's.

I barely remember the spinal anesthesia going in. Dee was holding me upright, my head was on her shoulder and we were talking about our grandchildren. It was so good to see her and I felt so safe and well cared for.

This past week has brought back some old memories of all the times we moved as a young family. I can remember cleaning the houses we left behind. The dirty hand prints along the walls where my kids touched them.

Each time we moved the hand prints were higher up of course.

Now I touch the walls as I try to keep my balance walking in these post op shoes. I think my hands are cleaner though. No hand prints to clean off.

I have gained a new respect for walker users. My elbows and wrists are hurting.

Ode to a co worker.

We met when I was 28 and she was 18. We had decided to start nursing school and we hooked up to do some sharing of rides and soon discovered that we would be sharing so much more.

We studied together almost every night. Let me clarify that. She and my husband drank a lot of beer and laughed a lot about the various anatomy courses while I studied. We both got great grades. I just had to work harder for mine.

Janice made nursing school a great adventure from the beginning to the end. We got a 10 minute break every hour in class and we lived for that 10 minutes. There was on instructor who would try to go over that but Janice fixed that. She hid an alarm clock one day under the teacher's desk. When it went off, the teacher screeched and looked right at Janice frowning. We were all smiling at her though so nothing bad happened to Janice.

They learned not to mess with our ten minute breaks after that.

Things haven't changed too much through the years. Janice is still demanding her breaks and getting them mostly. We have both lost our fathers and are taking care of our mothers and still taking care of our children. I traded my husband in on a wife, which I recommend highly if you have the tendency, and I have the joy of having 5 grandchildren.

We are great nurses, great friends, and still up for any funny business that we can get away with and still get laughs and have fun.

Sometimes I'm a Little up tight because I have a charge position and the director expects more from me than in the old days.

It is hard to find the balance between having fun, being part of my friends and co workers behind the scenes shenanigans, and upholding the trust my director has placed in me.

So I will remember the mustang we drove to clinicals in, the nights she spent on my couch sleeping over after all night "studying", my little ones sitting on her lap when they were so young and cute, waiting for the results after taking the state boards and the partying afterward.

I am happy and so glad we have stayed so close all these years. I will be 57 years old soon but when I think of us I still feel 28.

We are what we remember we are. And we were great!