This is hilarious. I first saw this on CNN. Some of it isn't far off but the "ooo, swish" and electric headlight to "find an honest man", and to keep "candies for cuties."
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Stella is growing up daily. She appears to be an inch taller every time you wake up in the morning. The three dogs are getting along quite well.
I worked almost the whole week on the floor. The same people are dragging the floor down and the hard workers are not going to be there for long. Maybe they just don't see it, but the bottom feeders are the ones that stay and the good ones are the ones who leave as quickly as possible, and the bottom feeders are diluting the good staff out. My transfer papers are all filled out; I'm waiting to get off of paperwork modified before I file them.
I got some rainbow carrots in my organic vegetable basket this week and I can't wait to eat them tonite. They look so beautiful, I could just "eat them up!"
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I got to sleep in for the first time since Stella got home. She actually let me sleep in, I was so surprised. All the dogs got me up at 630, for "potty" but went back to bed when I did. Stella didn't actually go to bed right away; she played quietly with a toy in the bed for a bit. Her first week was tiring and she got a bladder infection, which made me bring her to the vet for antibiotics. Her potty training for "pee" went into the toilet (pun – ha, ha) because her bladder infection made it impossible for her to sometimes hold her pee and she would dribble and squat in pain. She had blood in her urine too. Now that the antibiotics are working, I have to start all over again, which is hard because she is not learning as fast as she was the first week. She has made a lot of pee mistakes since the infection, but has not made a poo mistake since the beginning of the first week.
I've been tired getting up a couple of times a night with her. I have to walk back and forth home to let her out and feed her lunch. I take my breaks and lunch all at once so I have time to go home for her. Things are going relatively well in that case. I knew this was going to make me tired, but she gets better and better each day.
I signed the consent for the second surgery on Tuesday this past week. I didn't like the appointment very much. Dr. B said he didn't recommend having this surgery because it was too risky – that I should just get used to not being able to move my neck over fully to the right. He left out the part how risky it would be to leave it and let the wire snap next to my carotid down the line. I told him that Dr. G insisted on the need for this surgery and since I've been with Dr. G for so long and that he has done so much for me; that I was going to go with his recommendation. His attitude was so – "surgeon-like." I should be used to that, but it's hard to take when you are actually the patient. It makes you feel for "civilian" patients, that aren't used to this and have to make these decisions without medical knowledge about the system, etc. He didn't give me a good, confident feeling about this surgery anyways. I know that MDs have to give the risks involved, and I am totally aware of the risks involved, but really, he didn't have to act like that; but I have seen worse.
Dr. W doesn't think I am ready to work as a regular nurse yet. I guess I might agree with him. Stress really gets to me still and these "panic attacks" really hurt my self-confidence. I am back on the floor for half days and I don't feel like I belong there at all anymore. It really sucks. I feel like I am a "volunteer" even though I do more than one of the clerks on a half day, then she does in a whole day.
This long weekend has come at a great time. It gives me a great recharge at just the time I need it. Hopefully, I'll be able to recharge and come at this next week with a new attitude.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I've been a bad blogger. I haven't posted in awhile. I have a logical excuse though. I started back at work full time. It's a little tiring so far; I still do mornings at the Riverside, but in the afternoon, I go to the General to work on my floor. There isn't much paperwork to do there; I guess there is someone doing it also, so I try to be as useful as possible. It is important that I work outside of the "bubble" at the Riverside though. I need to work in chaos to get used to multi-tasking again and hear noise.
Stella came on Saturday also. What a wonderful puppy. I started losing it when I picked her up for the first time. She is so adorable. I can't wait to see her grow up and what she will turn into. Peanut and Latte generally have accepted her pretty well. Stuff still has to be ironed out. Peanut has established that she is top dog pretty fast. Stella has adopted her as her surrogate mum apart from me. Peanut looks a lot like Cami (Stella's real mummie). Latte is more problematic. It looks like she is having more difficulty establishing her order. She has always been a very submissive dog. Stella is showing Latte that she is on the bottom by turning on her tummy while they are playing and doing everything to show that she is bottom dog, but Latte seems to be still unsure. They have fun playing together outside where they have a little more space. Latte gets a little frustrated that Stella isn't as fast or as agile over the huge snow banks, but that will come. Where things get a little frustrating is in bed when we go to sleep. She has only been here two days and everything will take time, but it takes over an hour to establish where each dog sleeps on the bed every night. Peanut picks a spot. Stella wanders around on the bed and Latte jumps out of the way and bugs Peanut's established spot and someone jumps on me. This continues the whole time. Last night, Peanut just got sick of the whole thing and moved to the living room, which upsets Stella, because Stella misses Peanut's presence. Latte won't relax and Peanut won't come back until things are relatively settled and Stella won't relax until Peanut comes back. It was really frustrating because the previous night during the storm, which was Stella's first night in the house, I was understandably up every 2 to 3 hours with the dogs outside in that snow. The snow was coming down so hard I had to shovel outside the door so I can open it and the stairs and the main path in the back yard because the snow got so deep in a couple of hours, it was always over Stella's head.
The next day, I discovered the limitations I had to the second greatest total snowfall in a winter Ottawa has ever seen. The snow is now too much for the little snow blower I have. This is the fifth single snowfall we have had that is TALLER than the snow blower. This becomes a big problem. When the snow is ABOVE the chute, it becomes a bigger problem. The snow banks are now taller than what the chute can throw them, so all the snow banks along the driveway are all collapsing and I have no way of getting rid of the snow once it falls back on the driveway. I don't have much of a driveway anymore. I am not bothering with the snow at the end of the driveway, because it is filled with ice chunks that are too big for my little electric snow blower to get rid of. The walkway to the door was horrible though. The snow banks are now over 8 feet high and could really be dangerous if they collapsed on someone coming to the door. I had to build them in a modified pyramid style and hopefully they won't collapse on anyone. Anymore snow and I am in real trouble – wait – I'm in real snow-removal problems now.
Anyways, that is the news to date.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
I know I am little inebriated and typing when I have to use the backspace key a lot to correct inappropriate language and odd typing. The letter "h" has snuck into a lot of words without correction and I am reversing letters in words. Spell check makes me look more sober.
I had a real fun night tonight. I think it will really help my confidence and my self esteem by going out and having fun without worrying about having a seizure or whether or not one is going to happen. We went out to the Ottawa Jail Hostel and had a tour. I had never been in there before and learnt a lot. The cells and death row were really informative – how small the cells were and the living space the prisoners were living in. The gallows were haunting, especially the story of Whelan (sp), the man who supposedly killed Thomas D'Arcy McGee. I would love to go on another tour. I'm glad that there are several tours to choose from. It was really entertaining.
The dinner was great. Well, the company was great. I didn't think much of the restaurant; I had chosen the most 'white bread' restaurant I could that would appeal to the most people. The company was great. We had a great time. I did indulge in a little too much red wine, but once in a blue moon, I think it is fine. I hope everyone else had a good time also.