My first year a nurse I didn’t cope well. Still today, the occasional nightmare visits me. I dream about missing assessments and drugs not passed in time and I haven’t been a floor nurse in 12 years! I’m happy to say things did get better but that inaugural year was tough. Awash with anxiety, I really couldn’t put my finger on the one thing making bonkers. Overwhelmed with what was expected of me and what I expected of me- I dreaded going to work. I’m embarrassed to say, I called in to my supervisor many times stating I was sick and wouldn’t be working because I could not deal.
So you can imagine how things went with my first code. The hours of 7p-9p are a busy time on most nursing units. That night I was hustling. Attempting to assess and introduce myself to all 10-12 of my patients, field phone calls, review the drugs and administer them on time and make sure I had working IV’s. Despite the pace, I felt I was starting to get the hang of things. Life, however, was about to play a cruel trick.
Recently home for a few days, I woke up early and wandered around the house. Memories of the past peaked out from every corner. It is special to return home-to your childhood spaces. There is the one heater vent tucked behind the couch that my brother and I would rush to warm ourselves by in the morning-him always beating me out. The little spiders I engraved on the wall while talking on the phone for hours. The closet that I knew was the perfect hiding place. The creepy room, I still don’t like to go in. Then there are the key holes that are big enough to watch mom wrap our gifts through. Continue reading
When it comes to halfbaked ideas, I have had my fair share of them and plan to cook up a few more. So I will divert from my misadventures to share with you about my father-in-law, Loren, whom I’m very lucky to call “Dad”. Continue reading
Good evening friends! I heard this on the radio tonight from Ron Hutchcraft, Shaping them while their soft. The time goes so quickly take a listen and then go make some Christmas cookies with your mini-me.
I have no business writing a blog. I spend my day in insurance speak, surgical procedure codes, diagnosis codes, denial codes, dollars and cents. Not exactly inspiring stuff. Heap on the fact that I turned 40 and lost the ability to verbally communicate. I’ll be talking to you and loose words mid sentence. Gone, poof! Left to stutter or trail off, leaving confusion in my wake. One evening, I actually spent 10 minutes trying to think of the word “transform” with only an image of a butterfly and the letter “t” to jog my memory. Ridiculous. Is this some type of stroke? Continue reading
It was paralyzing, I couldn’t even begin to write! You can not start a blog without a name. However, every charming title I birthed was already snatched up. The disappointment was real. The frustration drawn out. I needed to start writing something but this name business was bringing me down. I really loved the title, More Precious than Rubies. With an inspirational title like that, who needed talent? Alas, it was taken. Determined, I poured over the book of Proverbs looking for a spark, another glittering jewel.
The challenge was simple. I desired a blog title that was brief, cute, and could communicate every possible theme I could possibly want to share. Easy enough? So you can see how I was pleased with myself when an original inspiration hit while putting away my freshly baked pies. Well, they were not freshly baked pies, but they were freshly purchased. The long awaited name dawned… Half Baked. Continue reading