This night has been a big tease! I got here, and it seemed like all heck was breaking loose, and I was ready, and I mean READY. Ready to grab the bull by the horns and knock it around some! Then, things got quiet. I mean, there was some excitement. Patients going out, over crowding, not enough techs that we are asked for showed up… Admin Sups trying to get us to take patients in beds we just didn't have… stuff like that. Stuff that I was ready to deal with, and follow my leader to get squared away.
Then, it got squared away, and now, its, dare I say the Q word? Quiet?! UGH! Even saying the Q word, I can't jinx us that much, we are closed. We don't have anyone that can go out, so we can't get open. Short of a code, which I don't want, no matter how bored I am, we are destined to deal with this silent, boring night….
I started, and am still working on, my Yule book. I pretty much finished it, now it is all the small TO DO stuff that has to get added as it pops into my head, so for all purposes, I am done with that, until something pops…
The most excitement I have had since it got slow, ( Oh, I said the S word… ) was when one of my favorite nurses and I made a bet about how long one of the day nurses would stay after she should have clocked out. She called her Mom, she called her Dad, she "charted" a tiny bit. She talked to one of the patients family members ( not about the patient though, about how she shares a name with someone who worked her way thru nursing school doing some questionable activities, and sometimes still gets calls for this name twin, asking her to do some of these things… I say go for it, she could use the…questionable activity). By the way, I was WAY off on the bet. I said 2030, he said, over, and he was right. She didn't leave here until 2200… He even went to ask her what he could do to help her get out of here, and she said she had to chart and that when he came in at 1730 it was crazy, blah blah blah… I'm sure it was. I do not doubt that it was. But here's the deal, he didn't come in at 1730 on this shift. He was here last night, so he has been here for over 24 hours, she should be caught up on her charting… She just milked the clock. I wish I could get away with getting paid to call my mom and dad. Hell, I just wish I could call my dad, but that is another blog all together…
So, I broke my, damn, I lost my words again. Resolution I guess is the best word? I wasn't going to drink soda anymore, except on Saturday when we eat with Nana. I had a soda tonight, back when it was crazy. I told the charge I was going, asked if he wanted anything. He gave me a dollar to get him a soda too. Cool. Then later, he calls and offers to get me something from Jersey Jacks. But he already gave me the dollar for the soda, so we were square already! He's just that kind of guy. I asked for a bag of Nacho Doritos. He said "That's it?!" Hehe! I like it when he's in charge! Even when it is crazy, he makes it chillaxe, as the kids would say!
So, tonight has been my free eat night. I had cookies that were left over from a meeting that they had today. Then I had my bag of chips from the awesome charge, then I had the two brownies that my baby let me have, since they were the last. And just now, oh just now. I had the taco meat left over from dinner two nights ago. Holy cow, it smelled SO GOOD!!! I had 2 tortillas with taco meat; I still have taco meat left over too! Oh man, there goes all the hard work I did last night, no soda, craving soda, trying hard not to drink soda… But, tonight, I am making this one last. I went to get it around 2145 I would guess, and I am drinking it from a cup, I just poured the last, but I'm doing well. When I finish that, it's back to my yummy tea for me!
So, let's see what we have in the way of self discovery today? Well, that is what this blog is supposed to be about, and it has become less and less of that, and more and more of me just talking about my day. Like a journal for the universe?
Let's see…I really can't think of anything. I know that I have to ask for help when I need it. I told my grrrl the other day that the cat bowl needed water, and she fixed it, and then asked if it killed me to tell her that. Yes, yes it did. Tonight I asked her if the laundry was done, and she was she didn't do it because there wasn't enough, I told her I tossed my robe in there. She said that she would do that, then later, she texted to tell me that the robe was in the wash, and that other than scrubs there wasn't much to wash. I told her that I need the scrubs cleaned, since that is what I wear to work at the Bradbury. So, she said "Well, OK then." And I think, no, I am pretty sure that she is washing the scrubs, I think that is what she said. I do know this; there will be clean scrubs for me Thursday morning. I should have been more clear at the get go I guess.
I can't help but get a little irritated that she wasn't doing anything when I called. I mean, here I am, at work, and she's not doing anything. That is totally not fair though, because what I don't know, is that she has probably already done the kitchen, picked up the living room, and as she told me, the laundry was basically caught up, but Tuesday is bed sheet day. It's all just a jumble, and we are both learning… I know that she is not as strict about schedules and such as I am. She does get stuff done. Here is my issue; I don't want household chores hanging over us on my days off. They are not that many, even less than normal this week. I know that she would say, don't let it bother you, I will get it done, but for some reason, I can't just not let it get to me. And there, we get to the root of the issue. I NEED TO LEARN TO LET IT GO. THEY ARE HER CHORES, AND AS LONG AS I HAVE CLEAN CLOTHES, AND EVERYTHING I NEED TO DO MY JOB, I SHOULD RELAX AND LET HER DO IT IN HER TIME…The other half of me says this… That is how we got into a back slide before. A backslide that I don't want to get into again. I want to be a healthy happy couple, and the back slide scares me…
Well, I guess that is it. I am sure that everything will be sufficiently ready for our bubble weekend! The bubble is what you make it, after all. I'm not saying that there are not things that can wreck the bubble, which we have no control over, like a broken ankle, etc, but little things can't touch the bubble. The bubble is what you make it…
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