just saying hi


You know how when you are having just one of those days where your head is dully throbbing or perhaps that crick in your neck is just a little bit tighter? Or maybe it’s one of those days where you are fighting that eye twitchy thingy that happens when you really don’t want it to happen. It’s just one of those days.

Then suddenly you look out the window and…

Of course you smile. How could you not. Heck, I smiled and I wasn’t even there to witness the random Smiley-face balloon that floated into JP’s Memorial Garden just outside of the NICU where I work because…WOW!

Hurray for social media! Thank you to my fellow colleague who shared this moment.

It’s been nine months.

How is that possible?

the value of the RN


A long, long time ago in a land far, far away in the late 80s, I had pounded into my brain the value of the RN. The director of the school of nursing at the college I attended was determined that the RNs who graduated from our school would always remember:

  • the nurses role in the health care agenda
  • the fact that nursing still remains the most trusted profession
  • nurses are always there for patients.
  • nurses recognize that patients are more than a set of symptoms that need to be treated
  • nurses help patients navigate the system and understand health needs
  • no one spends more time interacting with patients than nurses
  • nurses are the puzzle solvers and guardians
  • nurses are cost-effective in tough economic times
  • nurses are leaders
  • nurses are role models
  • nurses have many faces
    -American Academy of Ambulatory Care Nursing – Value of the RN

“Always value the RN you sign after your name”, she would exhort us. And I did. I have. Excluding motherhood, my five amazing children and my two perfectly perfect grandchildren, nothing makes me more personally proud of me than the RN I sign after my name. I’m proud because I know how hard I worked to earn that title and because of the countless lives I have cared for and influenced since 1990.

Save one life you’re a hero. Save a hundred lives and you’re a nurse. ~ Unknown

I worked hard, studied hard and continue to always learn as nurses do. I also, every two years, do what is necessary to keep my RN credentials current. Thankfully, the California Board of Registered Nursing sends out a reminder every two years.

Except for this year when they sent out nothing.

Yes, I should have been on top of the fact that my license was due to expire. I wasn’t; as I sometimes have not been in the past. The exact reason why I was thankful for the BRN sending out those reminders to renew your license. But thanks to the BRN’s new, easy BreEZe efficient set up, no renewal reminder was sent out. Of course I didn’t notice.

Take note boys and girls, the very first time you speak to your brand new department manager should not be when she is calling you to inform you that your license is expiring today.

Yeah, that could happen.

Thankfully I renewed my license before the day’s end. But not before a very brief moment of sick panic because, OMG MY NURSING LICENSE!!! Once again I was reminded just how important and valuable that RN is to me.

After I renewed my license, I programmed my personal calendar to remind me every two years because even BrEZe isn’t always so easy-breezy.

But you know what is kind of easy-breezy? These new Cherokee Workwear RN ID scrubs of mine that I picked up thanks to Katie Duke’s inspiration. My gift to me because I am an RN and it is Nurses Week this week.

We like good coffee, something to counteract the way that we abuse our hands because hand washing, hand washing, hand washing, massages, chocolate, but most of all we love when you say “thank you“.

 

pinteresting this week


I think this every time I hear people I know complain and snark about other people’s happiness. Even better they claim to be their friends. Friends like that? Um, no thank you. Just be super happy. It will drive the ugly people crazy.

What will I do with all those bobby pins after Jodie is done dancing competitively?

What nursing is…and what it is not…like no, we did not settle for nursing instead of becoming a doctor. P.S. Nurses Week is May 6-12 just in case you are wondering. We like coffee, wine, chocolate, massages, pedicures and always, gratitude and respect for taking care of you and yours.

This may or may not have been my darling husband last Saturday night.

My son will be needing this.

And my grandbabies will likely need these…maybe my kids…okay, me too!

And for my Zoë, who really doesn’t need map coordinates to find her way to Disneyland since it is her backyard and she is there every chance she gets.

Elizabeth Weinzirl (pictured in Minneapolis 1978) has brightly colored tattoos winding around her body from her neck to her knees. She says she loves her ink and got the tattoos because her husband wanted a tattooed wife “and I didn’t want to move out.” According to a 2012 Harris poll, 11 percent of those 50 to 64 years old and 5 percent of those 65 and older have tattoos.

Asparagus Egg and Bacon Salad with Dijon Vinaigrette – perfect for Easter dinner.

You know what is scarier than clowns? Easter Bunnies at the mall.

 

Word.

 

 

things that don’t go together


A weekend in a hotel for the Hollywood Vibe Dance Convention and Competition and YOU have to study and take the online portion of your Neonatal Resuscitation Program renewal test. Doesn’t that sound like a workable thing? Oh, I forgot, you are bringing along your 12 year old boy because your darling husband is working through the weekend. You know, the sweet boy of yours with sensory processing issues? Don’t forget that your grandgirl, who also dances, will be there for part of the weekend too.

No! YOU thought this would be totally easy and doable.

Of course you did. Until you got there at the hotel…where the dance convention is being held…crowded with lots of other families from lots of other dance studios there…with lots and lots of very excited kids because OMG!!! Kent Boyd is here too!!!! A lot of dance moms were overly excited too. Still, you imagine this will be doable. The kids will be in dance classes from 7:30 AM until well into the afternoon and then they dance competitively through the night until around midnight all weekend long. You’ll have time for sure you tell yourself.

Heh!

Did you forget the son you brought along?

But there’s a pool. He can swim. He has video games. He can keep himself entertained while you are studying and logging on to take that 9 part test. He’s a good boy. Your husband will be picking him up Saturday afternoon. You end up repeating that last sentence over and over again because he is a 12 year old boy and the last thing he wants to do is entertain himself. Your husband will be picking him up Saturday afternoon…

Did I forget to tell you that there is a hockey tournament happening here too and there are all kinds of hockey teams here with hockey players the same ages as all those dancers? Oh, and with hockey teams come hockey parents. Hockey parents who are more than okay with letting their kids play hockey IN THE HOTEL ROOM NEXT TO YOURS in the evening…until you asked them not to because it sounded like someone was being murdered in the next room which distracted you from studying and REALLY stressed out your 12 year old…the one with sensory processing issues. Apparently hockey dad didn’t think this was a problem until you told him that you thought that it might be…so he sends the kids out into the hall to play hockey. Yes. Because apparently on every floor there are kids playing hockey. They are also playing hockey in the hotel lobby too while their parents are doing celebratory shots Saturday night because their kids won the tourney.

YEAH Junior Kings!!!

Did I forget to tell you that the Internet connection is very spotty? The Internet connection you have to pay for because of course this hotel isn’t going to offer complimentary wi-fi to their guests.

So the connection keeps dropping while you are taking your test. There are hockey games, loud hockey games happening everywhere. Your son wants to go back to the pool an hour after he decided that he was tired of swimming but can’t possibly wear the swim trunks he wore because he wore them and they are wet. Any parent with a kid on the Spectrum gets that. If you don’t get that all I can say is, I’m sorry. Your grandgirl is REALLY upset because she can’t go swimming because her day is filled with dance classes and dance competition. You’re very thankful that your dancer is old enough to get herself to and from her dance classes but there are still the dances she is dancing in…and the grandgirl is dancing in. What kind of dance mom/mima would you be if you didn’t watch these kids dance?

You know what? None of this mixes well together at all.

Not.

At.

All.

So the next time you find yourself in hotel with your kids for a dance convention and there are also lots of hockey teams there too with hockey kids and hockey parents and you have work you must do for work that requires Internet access DON’T DO IT!!!

Just don’t.

Dance convention and competition is enough. It really is.

I know that my dancers think so. Hang in there girls…only five more hours to go then we go home.

YEAH!

Excuse me, I have to get back to trying to take my test before the wi-fi cuts out again.

 

the awesomeness of hugs


I’m not much of a hugger.

Analyze that.

But true story, I’m not. Still I have learned to try to love hugs. And I do. I celebrate them.

Comforting hugs when you have had an eye-twitching, craptastic day.

Hugs that you enjoy with your Grandmom.

Hugs that you enjoy with your favorite cousin and your favorite Uncle Jesse.

Hugs you share with your favorite little brother never fail to warm your heart and make you smile because he is a hugger.

And who doesn’t love birthday hugs shared with your best friend at Disneyland?

Then there is one of the bestest hugs I have enjoyed recently which I do not have a picture of. You’ll just have to trust me that it was one of the best ever…a hug shared with one of my co-workers…a co-worker whom I always hug when I see her because that is what we do before we start a night in NICU-Land. A little more than a year ago she left the unit to fight a fierce fight. Honestly cancer picked the wrong person to fight with because after all that she has been through and all that she has to live for I knew that it wouldn’t be a fair fight. I knew that it was going to be a great night taking care of the tiny humans whom  I love so much in the NICU when I saw Brenda walk into the unit for the first time in over a year.

We hugged. We cried. We tried to fix our makeup. We laughed. We hugged some more.

I have no photo to share but I can guarantee you that it was a beautiful, wonderful picture that will last forever in my heart and my mind. If you close your eyes right now I bet that you can see it. Amazing, gorgeous! Isn’t it?

I am so unbelievably happy knowing that I can look forward to Brenda’s hugs before night shift in the NICU again.