• if you go out on your birthday, drink a lot, and then go snort a pile of cocaine — maybe you should not pick up a sketchy hitchhiker. He might end up stabbing you many many times. Well, unless you want your birthday to be totally memorable!
• Staying home when you get fucked up is a really good idea. Riding your bike after drinking a 5th of whiskey, smoking crack, and snorting some coke might end badly. You could hit a pothole and become an incomplete quad…
• shooting up LSD mixed with anything will only end well if you are 22 and stupid as fuck
• these are not even the craziest or weirdest things I’ve learned this week
like other animal aspects of human life — were more public, and thus also more sociable, events than today; they were less privatized. Nothing is more characteristic of the present-day attitude to death than the reluctance of adults to make children acquainted with the facts of death. This is particularly noteworthy as a symptom of the repression of death on the individual and the social planes. A vague feeling that children might be harmed causes people to hide from them the simple facts of life that they must inevitably come to know and understand. But the danger for children does not lie in their knowing of the finiteness of every human life, including their father’s and mother’s and their own; children’s fantasies in any case revolve around this problem, and the fear and anxiety surrounding it are frequently intensified by the passionate power of their imaginations. The awareness that they normally have a long life before them can, in contrast to their disturbing fantasies, be actually beneficial. The difficulty lies in how children are told about death, rather than in what they are told. Adults who shy away from talking to their children about death feel, perhaps not without reason, that they might communicate their own anxieties to the children. I know of cases where one parent has been killed in a car accident. The children’s reactions depend on their age and their personality structure, but the deeply traumatic effect that such an experience can have on them makes me believe that it would be salutory for children to become acquainted as a matter of course with the simple fact of death, the finiteness of their own lives as of all others. Undoubtedly, the aversion of adults today to teaching children the biological facts of death is a peculiarity of the dominant pattern of civilization at this stage. In former days, children too were present when people died. Where everything happens in large measure before the eyes of others, dying also takes place in front of children.”
Love love love this
I finally finished up my schedule of night shifts and I am back on days. The break was nice. I loved the lack of a hive feel on the unit that is an ever present part of day shift. things still got exciting but they were easier to handle and there was not the chaos of daytime comings and goings. The only thing that sucked was that my body could not adjust to the different sleep patterns and I could never get caught up on sleep. This messed with with my depression issues too and that will take a bit to even out.
I have to go in tomorrow and Friday but I really don’t want to. I love most of the folks I work with but since we have been understaffed for so long I hate going in. I hate knowing that I will be snowed under all the work and documentation required for 6 to 9 patients in a 12 hour shift. I hate the feeling that I might let something important slip or be forgotten. I am afraid that in being over taxed that I will miss a sign or symptom that will mean life or death for my patients. This is not a safe environment. Hopefully things will get a little better in the coming weeks as some new nurses come off orientation. There is still one new grad that is horrid and that I would not let take care of any of my family. I’m not sure what they are going to do with her. I hope it involves trying her out somewhere else or letting her go. When we asked her why she became a nurse she really couldn’t tell us why. She didn’t know what she wanted to do but this came up as an option in school. Her school must not have screened their applicants very well.
So, although I still love my unit and the type of patients we care for, I am thinking more about applying for the PRN nursing position at a local hospice. It is where I did my senior practicum 2 years ago and I still feel like hospice is where I belong. I was able to be at the bedside for a patient’s passing last week and I was honored to be there. The feedback I got from the family and the clergy that was there was amazingly touching. It made me want to hop back into hospice care asap. Still, I need more time on the floor and my full time contract with this hospital is not up until June or July. I would also hate to have my coworkers feel like I am jumping ship. Perhaps if I am able to do the prn thing it won’t be a big deal. It’ll just be easing myself in the door.
Whattttt? how did I not know about this?
Quick note: the lines don’t have to point upwards and straight next to each other, you can point them in any direction you want.
thank you, improbablenormality, for adding that, becuase I WAS SO FUCKING CONFUSED ABOUT THAT SHIT!
DOES IT GO IN A SPECIFIC DIRECTION?
DOES IT DEPEND ON THE LETTERS AROUND IT?
DOES IT NOT FUCKING MATTER?
that was hard as fucking hell.
This is my Julia holding her little cousin Loey. Julia turns 14 tomorrow and it feels like she was just a tiny baby not long ago. Our 2 month early, 3 lb 5 oz. bundle of fun. Now she is an amazing teenager full of creativity, love, and kindness. I can’t wait to see what this year brings for her and Loey too.
Working nights these past few weeks has totally messed my system up. I feel yucky and tired. I have enjoyed the slower pace of nights, the awesome nurses I work with, and the extra pay. Still, I look forward to going back to days in May. Days are crazy insane but it’s where I apparently belong.
yay, sibling day!
this is mine. her name is Leanne and she is the best sister ever!!!
also, @hellonurse isn’t blood related but she IS my sister too! and she is the best sister ever.
i love my sisters!
These ARE my sisters from another mother and I love them with all my heart.