What a friggen week! And its only Tuesday...I hate Tuesdays. Adulthood is getting harder and harder. I'm more emotional everyday...maybe menopause is taking effect earlier than expected. After all, how many 22 year olds are going through adulthood right now. I'm advanced for my age. I knew I should have been in the gifted program in elementary school.
Monday began with a "Frick". Hello 7:00 a.m. you were supposed to be done with getting patient report at this time. Doesn't help that I had to fight 7 am traffic, which I'm beginning to agree it really is traffic, at this time. Long long long day that ended in me uncontrollably sobbing to the point where my preceptor asked if I should leave an hour early from work because I just couldn't keep it together.
You see, this past weekend, Bricey and I have been fighting a serious bug. Super super contagious. Started on Friday. I was taking a patients vital signs, leaning over them listening to their heart and I thought to myself "I can't sniff fast enough...I'm gonna drip snot on this kid". Needless to say I wore a mask the rest of the day. Brice had been sick a few days before me with a cold and a fever so I knew my time was coming, but man did it hit me like a putter to the head at the driving range. Brice came down on Friday and we went to bed at 9 not only on Friday night but also on Saturday night and THEN after he left town on Sunday I went to bed at 9...no excuse for my late self except for the fact that nyquil really does work.
That story is besides the point of this point, but just figured I give you all an update on my godawful week. Onto the next topic: food. Now I'm the butt of all jokes in my nursing residency group because I HATE going to the grocery store and I drool over the amount of time I can make a meal, take-out, ect. last. Sad thing is, I'm getting to the point where I'm tired to sniffing my food to know if it is good or not. Example: tonight for dinner I decided to have a turkey sandwich. I know the turkey and cheese are still good based on the expiration date on the container. The bread: check for mold, you never know what you're getting yourself into. I also put cucumbers on my sandwich. You know the food that I diligently organized last post? Yea I'm still working on it. You'd have a high too if your groceries lasted you a month. Well my cucumbers were another story: I could smell the stench when I opened my Tupperware and saw the circular growths on them. Yes, I took Microbiology...I know darn well what those growths are. Solution: wash off the growths under the sink and TADA fresh produce! Side entree: broccoli. Now the creatures that grow on these groceries are a brown gooey substance, almost like liquidized brown sugar. Solution: take a knife and chop off the sugar. Not sure if I'm proud or not that I know the neighbors that like to harbor on my aging fruits and veggies but we'll see if my immune system will keep up!
Note to self though: just take a sniff of anything and everything when preparing a meal at Nurse Lauren's house...
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Productivity
Today I had the day off. I love my days off...especially when they're during the week. It is a day filled with sleeping in, being lazy, spending extra time shampooing my hair, the much needed shave, cleaning house, and you know...adult things. I thought I'd just share the day in a life of the young adult nurse's day off.
I woke up at 10:00. Now for a body used to waking up at 5:30, I had to do some pleading. It was a must to get up and use the bathroom at 7:00, I got up again at 9:00 and managed to sleep in for another hour. Yes!
I then sat in silence on the couch with my bowl of cheerios. Silence, facebook stalking, and a good nutritious breakfast. I decided to opt out on coffee this morning because...well....I had way too much yesterday and came to the conclusion that I should probably cut back a little because my tolerance is getting a little out of control.
I then walked in circles deciding what I should do today. Bricey helped me clean my bathroom and kitchen (he did the whole kitchen by himself!) spotless last weekend! My bedroom is another story. The bedroom isn't as bad as the closet is. This is where the things that don't have a place go but I still use often. Anxiety hits. I make a list for my field trip to hobby lobby and off I go. I took a detour to home goods which is an awesome store that has cheap cheap cheap house stuff! So I bought 4 white frames for 4$ each for a bathroom project and also a mail organizer (I'm in denial that I never get mail). Off to hobby lobby I go. On the list: wicker baskets for closet organization and maybe some wrought iron wall hangings for the living room or kitchen. I drove my shopping cart around hobby lobby for an HOUR....empty...which is embarassing because usually you only get a shopping cart if you know you're getting lots of things. I took that shopping cart all the way around the store, found nothing, parked the shopping cart off at the front, and left.
This is so unlike me. I love to shop! What's up?! Guess I'm growing up.
So instead I came back to my house to do more adult things. Like organizing the fridge. Okay folks this was the highlight of my whole friggen day. I chopped up strawberries, broccoli, celery, cucumbers, peppers, grapes and carrots and put them in their own tupperware containers and enjoyed my own little farmer's market refrigerator.
My mom called and asked me what I was doing. I told her I just finished organizing the fridge. Her response? "I wish I could be like you when I grow up". Guess its the truth people, I'm old...or just bored.
Rookie thing I did: put all the stems, leaves, and such down the garbage disposal. Result: backed it up and had to call maintenance...one thing I do love about living in an apartment complex. This is the 2nd time today that they've come to my apartment though. First time was to cock a part of my wall in the bathroom that ants were marching out of.
Once the garbage disposal was fixed I decided on a trip to CVS. I printed pictures to go in my white frames and decided I need some adult groceries. On the list: Dove soap, Axe shampoo for bricey (mmmm), swedish fish and sour patch kids (the best combination in the universe), and due to the lovely fall weater...my favorite:
Once opened however, I was totally blue balled...
Happy Adult-life to me.
I woke up at 10:00. Now for a body used to waking up at 5:30, I had to do some pleading. It was a must to get up and use the bathroom at 7:00, I got up again at 9:00 and managed to sleep in for another hour. Yes!
I then sat in silence on the couch with my bowl of cheerios. Silence, facebook stalking, and a good nutritious breakfast. I decided to opt out on coffee this morning because...well....I had way too much yesterday and came to the conclusion that I should probably cut back a little because my tolerance is getting a little out of control.
I then walked in circles deciding what I should do today. Bricey helped me clean my bathroom and kitchen (he did the whole kitchen by himself!) spotless last weekend! My bedroom is another story. The bedroom isn't as bad as the closet is. This is where the things that don't have a place go but I still use often. Anxiety hits. I make a list for my field trip to hobby lobby and off I go. I took a detour to home goods which is an awesome store that has cheap cheap cheap house stuff! So I bought 4 white frames for 4$ each for a bathroom project and also a mail organizer (I'm in denial that I never get mail). Off to hobby lobby I go. On the list: wicker baskets for closet organization and maybe some wrought iron wall hangings for the living room or kitchen. I drove my shopping cart around hobby lobby for an HOUR....empty...which is embarassing because usually you only get a shopping cart if you know you're getting lots of things. I took that shopping cart all the way around the store, found nothing, parked the shopping cart off at the front, and left.
This is so unlike me. I love to shop! What's up?! Guess I'm growing up.
So instead I came back to my house to do more adult things. Like organizing the fridge. Okay folks this was the highlight of my whole friggen day. I chopped up strawberries, broccoli, celery, cucumbers, peppers, grapes and carrots and put them in their own tupperware containers and enjoyed my own little farmer's market refrigerator.
My mom called and asked me what I was doing. I told her I just finished organizing the fridge. Her response? "I wish I could be like you when I grow up". Guess its the truth people, I'm old...or just bored.
Rookie thing I did: put all the stems, leaves, and such down the garbage disposal. Result: backed it up and had to call maintenance...one thing I do love about living in an apartment complex. This is the 2nd time today that they've come to my apartment though. First time was to cock a part of my wall in the bathroom that ants were marching out of.
Once the garbage disposal was fixed I decided on a trip to CVS. I printed pictures to go in my white frames and decided I need some adult groceries. On the list: Dove soap, Axe shampoo for bricey (mmmm), swedish fish and sour patch kids (the best combination in the universe), and due to the lovely fall weater...my favorite:
Once opened however, I was totally blue balled...
Happy Adult-life to me.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Hate is Such a Strong Word
So literally 2 minutes ago, I was brushing my hair thinking how much "I hate this" and was inspired for this very post: things I hate.
We'll start with the previous statement. I hate brushing my hair. I'm growing it our for 1. to have it long and pretty if/and when (i'm going to be murdered for that statement) i get married. I'd hate to cut it short and then not be able to wear it curly, because lord knows I'm not going straight, on my wedding day. and 2. to grow it long enough to donate. This has been a dream of mine, (a bucket list bullet if you must) to donate my locks. Not everyone can be THIS LUCKY ;) to be able to wear their hair super curly, wavy curly, or straight. And if I had any control, I'd love to donate it to a patient of mine. Also on my bucket list is to shave my head. Not crazy Britney Spears compulsive shave, something for the american cancer society or a loved one with cancer or like before, a patient. I think it would be pretty awesome. Just sayin'. Depending on how I wore my hair that day determines how long it will take to brush out my hair after my shower. Straight hair is the best to deal with, curly on the other hand (insert curse word here). When I lived in Duncan, I often had Bricey brush my hair (and even dry it if he's willing). My arms burn from brushing so long. I just hate it. Nuf said.
I hate painting my toes. Now I don't care if my finger nails aren't painted. I usually keep them natural, with clear gloss, or a nudge polish over them anyways because at work were not supposed to have colored nail polish. Don't question authority. But my toes are a different story. Do what you like but in this girl's opinion, natural toes are ugly. Maybe this was my mom's doing. She always has perfectly painted toes, professional pedi or not. We were blessed with the ability to polish perfectly. I think I actually do a better job than the nail salon but I pay the $50 for the leg and foot massage (and their polish usually stays longer). I also despise chipped polish on the toes and I like a little variety in color anyways. But painting my toes takes forever because my obsessive compulsive self has to do the same things in the same order everytime: remove old nail polish, trim, file, push back cuticles, beige coat to prevent yellowing of the nail, 2 color coats, and shiny top coat. WHEW!
Cleaning my house. I'm am a clean freak. I take after my daddio on this one. I like this to have a place, neat, organized, and put away before I go to bed at night. Otherwise, it is all I can think about trying to go to sleep. I have SLACKED OFF in this category in my newborn adulthood. With a small apartment and random things from every milestone in my life, there's not a place for everything!!!! Craigslist here I come! I finally got a day off today and got SO much done but the last thing on my to do list was "clean house" and I just couldn't come to terms with it. So instead, I showered and spent several minutes untangling my hair...
Exercising. I think about it every day. And YES this was the point of this blog in the beginning. But this blog has become a means of venting, laughing at myself, and sharing my life with the world: the good, the bad, and the best. I had good intentions I really do. But I CANNOT get my ass off the couch to walk over to my free, very lovely, brand new gym a few steps away in my apartment complex. SOMEONE PLEASE MOTIVATE ME! Also, I no longer get on pinterest because I despise the pictures of those girls with the 12 pack abs and sculpted toosh. Listen, 98% of women have cellulite people. Are you telling me every ounce of that 2% took a picture and has a blog on pinterest of their perfect non-cellulited self. I don't think so.I proud to say that I have a personality, which will stay with me until I'm 100 but you can't tell me they'll look like that when their 100. My mamma always says, "She's just jealous because we're beautiful and have curves". Amen Mamma! (That's no excuse for exercising thought :-\ )
Filling up with gas. You know though, it is the best feeling in the world to have a see that line all the way to "F". I just hate paying for it, so often. Ugh. And I always wait until the last minute to get it. I have yet to run out of gas...knock on wood. It is not like I'm saving time or money by doing this either. It just makes me feel a little more cost-savvy from my perspective.
One day, I'll be used to this adult life. Until then, I will continue to hand wash my clothing, stare at my dirty house, pray I don't run out of gas, loosen my drawstring on my scrubs, and waste time painting toenails. That is it for my vent sesh. And for all of you still reading...Thank you for reading. I love each and every one of you.
We'll start with the previous statement. I hate brushing my hair. I'm growing it our for 1. to have it long and pretty if/and when (i'm going to be murdered for that statement) i get married. I'd hate to cut it short and then not be able to wear it curly, because lord knows I'm not going straight, on my wedding day. and 2. to grow it long enough to donate. This has been a dream of mine, (a bucket list bullet if you must) to donate my locks. Not everyone can be THIS LUCKY ;) to be able to wear their hair super curly, wavy curly, or straight. And if I had any control, I'd love to donate it to a patient of mine. Also on my bucket list is to shave my head. Not crazy Britney Spears compulsive shave, something for the american cancer society or a loved one with cancer or like before, a patient. I think it would be pretty awesome. Just sayin'. Depending on how I wore my hair that day determines how long it will take to brush out my hair after my shower. Straight hair is the best to deal with, curly on the other hand (insert curse word here). When I lived in Duncan, I often had Bricey brush my hair (and even dry it if he's willing). My arms burn from brushing so long. I just hate it. Nuf said.
I hate painting my toes. Now I don't care if my finger nails aren't painted. I usually keep them natural, with clear gloss, or a nudge polish over them anyways because at work were not supposed to have colored nail polish. Don't question authority. But my toes are a different story. Do what you like but in this girl's opinion, natural toes are ugly. Maybe this was my mom's doing. She always has perfectly painted toes, professional pedi or not. We were blessed with the ability to polish perfectly. I think I actually do a better job than the nail salon but I pay the $50 for the leg and foot massage (and their polish usually stays longer). I also despise chipped polish on the toes and I like a little variety in color anyways. But painting my toes takes forever because my obsessive compulsive self has to do the same things in the same order everytime: remove old nail polish, trim, file, push back cuticles, beige coat to prevent yellowing of the nail, 2 color coats, and shiny top coat. WHEW!
Cleaning my house. I'm am a clean freak. I take after my daddio on this one. I like this to have a place, neat, organized, and put away before I go to bed at night. Otherwise, it is all I can think about trying to go to sleep. I have SLACKED OFF in this category in my newborn adulthood. With a small apartment and random things from every milestone in my life, there's not a place for everything!!!! Craigslist here I come! I finally got a day off today and got SO much done but the last thing on my to do list was "clean house" and I just couldn't come to terms with it. So instead, I showered and spent several minutes untangling my hair...
Exercising. I think about it every day. And YES this was the point of this blog in the beginning. But this blog has become a means of venting, laughing at myself, and sharing my life with the world: the good, the bad, and the best. I had good intentions I really do. But I CANNOT get my ass off the couch to walk over to my free, very lovely, brand new gym a few steps away in my apartment complex. SOMEONE PLEASE MOTIVATE ME! Also, I no longer get on pinterest because I despise the pictures of those girls with the 12 pack abs and sculpted toosh. Listen, 98% of women have cellulite people. Are you telling me every ounce of that 2% took a picture and has a blog on pinterest of their perfect non-cellulited self. I don't think so.I proud to say that I have a personality, which will stay with me until I'm 100 but you can't tell me they'll look like that when their 100. My mamma always says, "She's just jealous because we're beautiful and have curves". Amen Mamma! (That's no excuse for exercising thought :-\ )
Filling up with gas. You know though, it is the best feeling in the world to have a see that line all the way to "F". I just hate paying for it, so often. Ugh. And I always wait until the last minute to get it. I have yet to run out of gas...knock on wood. It is not like I'm saving time or money by doing this either. It just makes me feel a little more cost-savvy from my perspective.
One day, I'll be used to this adult life. Until then, I will continue to hand wash my clothing, stare at my dirty house, pray I don't run out of gas, loosen my drawstring on my scrubs, and waste time painting toenails. That is it for my vent sesh. And for all of you still reading...Thank you for reading. I love each and every one of you.
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