looking back

Scrolling through my social media feed I came upon a link to a post where the writer was feeling so sentimental and emotional and a little reflective as she celebrates another year of living and all the years that she has celebrated living before this year.

The writer was celebrating her twenty-eighth birthday.

Twenty eight years of living y’all.

Twenty eight.

I guess it’s all about perspective. For me, when I was 28 I was the mother of one know-it-all 4 year old and just beginning the great adventure of caring for tiny humans…I also was quite certain that I had no idea what I was doing…about anything at all.

Meanwhile, Fallon was just today recalling the days when she was very small.

Yes, the good ol’ days…more than three years ago.

The days when she was a baby…a tiny, happy baby. A baby who was happy all the time. A baby who never, ever cried and loved more than anything to be rocked and cuddled and to take naps.




Fallon, have you ever seen The Daily Fallon? Ever?

Whatever, Mima!

She also sometimes tells people that her name is actually Caitlin, the child of very rich parents who for some strange reason finds herself here living with this family circus.

Caitlin? May I speak to Fallon now?


Her Starbucks lovers just might tell you she’s insane.

I can only imagine how much wiser she shall be when she is four…forty eight days from now!!!

and now I shall assemble my entourage

So early this morning, before I took Daniel to school, I answered a tweet from a reporter in New York City. The next thing I knew I was putting on makeup, fixing my hair and trying to find the right place to sit and casually FaceTime with the same reporter talking about the ladies of The View.

Laundry be damned!

Meanwhile, on The View an apology was offered…sort of…kind of.

Honestly my kids offered better sorry, not sorry apologies when they were little kids. But thank you for telling us how much you loves all the nurses. Thank you also for telling our bosses we deserve all the raises. Thank you also for hostsplaining all of this to us…especially the part where you explained that we need to listen because we weren’t listening. Thanks for that ladies of The View.

Meanwhile this happened right here under The Big Top

…with my kids photobombing behind me. I learned how important what is in the background is while being interviewed for a nationally syndicated news/entertainment show. Shelves with pictures of your kids perhaps too distracting. Dry, dying backyard landscape view because it’s a serious drought here in California from a dirty window definitely worse. So kids get to be in the shot.


But enough with the view…you see what I did there…let’s get down with what I had to say.

Why were nurses so mad, did we not understand that their discussion was poking fun at the ridiculousness of beauty pageants and their talent portion? Of course we did. Some of us likely were joking along with them. Remember when I mentioned the bad karaoke, crazy beauty queen smile while dancing to a very emotional song or a ballerina that couldn’t relevé to the point of dance mom distraction? Literally this is the kind of stuff that reminds us how vapid beauty pageants can be. Perhaps Miss Colorado’s talent wasn’t the best performance of the night. I would agree. But hers also was not the worst either. What I liked about it, besides the obvious celebration of the best job ever, was it was original. It was not the usual insipid beauty queen talent. Here was a very beautiful woman articulating her thoughts and passion in a very intelligent manner…also a refreshing step away from the ridiculousness that is the interview portion of pageants. The hosts on The View wanted to mock the silliness of this pageant so naturally they choose the one who stepped out of the vacuous beauty pageant box. Makes perfect sense! No, not really. But the audience did get what you were trying to joke about because we wee actually listening.

Nurses united because in mocking the Just A Nurse monologue the ladies of The View came off as dismissive of the passion that Kelley Johnson so effectively articulated. Year after year after year, Gallup polls come out with nurses on top as the most respected, trusted profession. We know that we are a key part of a healthcare team and we are very proud of that. Nurses are most definitely not demure handmaidens to doctors ever ready to do their bidding. We also are not empty-headed, buxom, sexy nurses in tight white dresses and high heels. Remember those Gallup polls? We are the most trusted and respected profession. We are because we are well educated, driven, tireless, creative, talented, quick-thinking, non-judgmental caregivers who are always there for our patients literally 24/7…especially after the physicians have made their rounds, written their orders and have gone home. Kelley Johnson’s monologue expressed all of that and more. Perhaps a woman in hospital scrubs, sensible shoes with a stethoscope draped around her neck isn’t so glamorous. Then again, Kelley Johnson indeed was beautiful from the inside out up on that stage representing nurses everywhere.

All that and more I shared with the Inside Edition reporter who interviewed me this morning. I congratulated myself for not freaking out seeing my face while FaceTiming with her. Does anyone look attractive when FaceTiming? Really? I also patted myself on the back because my voice did not shake, I did not curse and I thought I  expressed myself in a thoughtful, coherent manner. Hurray for me!

And here is the piece with my interview.

Literally five seconds of kind of famous. Definitely going to need an entourage when I report to work tomorrow night…and dark glasses…and someone to hold my stethoscope.

sharing, in moderation

If there is one thing that I enjoy while taking a break is a coke, actually a Coke Zero.

Can you blame me especially when my darling husband adds this bottle to my lunch for work? I’d gladly share but my man has never been known to drink a coke. It’s okay. Still, I would gladly share with anyone:

With Lakisha,





or Isaac…

perhaps even Brittany and Matthew…

then again, maybe not because I would much rather share a coke with Daniel!

Sure it’s not the best thing for me. The two people wearing ER scrubs in line behind me at the hospital cafeteria made it clear just how bad that soda was for me as they loudly passively aggressively congratulated themselves for giving up the evil that is soda while completely ignoring their plates with giant mounds of greasy fries and onion rings. Yes indeed, the soda is a bad, bad thing. The artificial sweetener might give me cancer…if I consume as proportionately as much as a lab rat does. Oh, and the caffeine too although I make no apologies for one Coke Zero during a 12 hour night shift because I do need the caffeine to get through the busy night. One could go on, and perhaps be as colorful as Greg Glassman was recently. Even Daniel understands this as he reads the nutrition label out loud to me.  But he also understands moderation when it comes to diet and sharing mom’s Coke Zero with his name on it is really okay…as long as it is not a daily kind of thing.

Come on, it’s fun…especially when you get to share.

Most certainly when you get to share one with someone who isn’t expecting to ever find their name on a bottle of Coke. Hurray and thank you for my coke connections!

Sharing is caring, y’all…in moderation, but of course!

not even a wordless Wednesday: the nurses week edition

Yes, it’s that time of year again. It’s Nurses Week. Of course as a nurse I am celebrating and enjoying the well wishes from my co-workers and the parents of former patients and anyone else out there because it is kind of nice to have a week of recognition; which we share with teachers. The irony that two of the most thankless professions most days (as in if there is a problem it is, of course the teacher’s or nurse’s fault) share a week of national appreciation and recognition.

I took the time to send a note of thanks to Daniel’s teachers today. Actually I sent them a note and email about concerns about him not understanding the current chapter in his math class and his parents not understanding at all because what the hell is up with Common Core…and then I thanked them for all that they do to help support, encourage and teach Daniel…as I do every single time I send them a note, or email them, or talk to them on the phone, or face to face because Daniel has some pretty wonderful teachers and I can’t thank them enough.

Then I found some of my favorite nurses-related memes and cards that I pinned on Pinterest to remind me on the days when I am feeling especially tired, exhausted, thankless or covered in the most disgusting yuck that I am afraid to enter the Big Top for fear of spreading it. I laugh. I cry. I think. I give thanks. Then I am ready to put the scrubs on again and do what I do because I do love what I do. So in celebration of me, some of the smartest, funniest, loving, hard-working people I get to work with and who have literally saved the lives of some of my circus act, most recently the darling husband; I give you some laughter and some deep, heart-felt thoughts on what I do.

and one more because, yes, this has actually happened to me at least three times in my 25+ year career…true story.

Happy Nurses Week!

Thank a nurse. Hug a nurse. Buy a nurse a cup of coffee…a massage…lunch…maybe some sleep.

Bound by paperwork, short on hands, sleep, and energy … nurses are rarely short on caring.” — Sharon Hudacek