Friday, September 26, 2008

Breathing....It's Important

Being a respiratory therapist, I thought this was hysterical.

See more Jon Lajoie videos at Funny or Die

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Black Thursday

My laptop died. I think it had something to do with a glass of lemonade knocked over by one of my asshole kitties. Needless to say I may have to take a small break from blogging until this tragedy is resolved.
Stay tuned......

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Monday, September 22, 2008

Hospital Corners

Many, many moons ago when Spiderman and I first started dating and he first started sleeping over, I had a little test for him.  Well, it wasn't necessarily a test.  It was a curiosity.   I have to get up several hours before he does for work so that makes him the last person out of the bed.  The first time this occurred I discussed with my girlfriends my curiosity over whether he would make the bed or not.  They didn't think he would.  I was unsure.  
Sure enough, when I got home I went into the bedroom and he had made the bed.  Just how I liked it. (hospital corners, pillow shams and other decorative pillows in place) Everyone agreed.  He was a keeper.
Spiderman and I have been together 6 years now.  This is what the bed looks like most days. (this is a good day...he at least threw the comforter over the whole mess)
So my question is: At what point do men stop trying?

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Slightly Better Mood

My next writing assignment is to go someplace that I've always wanted to go and base a story on it.  Since I can't go to my first choice....France....I thought that a more reachable goal would be to go to the new yarn store that opened up in my town not too long ago.  To help lift me out of my funk I signed up for a knitting class.  My grandmother taught me how to crochet when I was a little girl, but I've always wanted to knit.  The classes don't start until October, but I'm still excited.  Just going into the store gave me tons of ideas for my story.  And maybe I'll get a nice scarf or hat to boot!
To further improve my mood, I had a package on my front porch.  I love to get mail of any kind, but especially packages!  I had ordered a few things from LL Bean and they finally came! (well, I say finally, but it really only took 3 days)

I've always wanted this coat, but could never decide on which color to get.  I finally decided on the Stone color.  I can't wait for the cooler fall days so I can wear it.  It's flannel lined!

I already have a flannel nightgown from LL Bean.  It's plaid.  I Love, Love, Love it!  It's my Favorite nightgown since I am always freezing in the winter.  Spiderman hates it, but I don't care.  It reminds him of little house on the prairie.  I just had to get this vintagey-looking one. 
It's going to be a divine winter!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Scary, Crazy, and Out of Control

This past weekend I did not work on editing my story.  I didn't do much of anything.  What I did do, however, is have a major meltdown. 
I could feel the darkness creeping up on me all week prior to this.  I was restless, short tempered and a little bit down.  By the time I was driving home from work on Friday I was starting to unravel.  I had started spotting that day and with it came a major mood swing and not for the better.  I started crying on that drive home and those tears weren't that far from the surface the entire weekend.  I could not stop crying.  Not just crying...shoulder heaving sobs.  I was severely depressed and felt hopeless.  The rational voice inside my head was saying "pull your shit together, Sarah"  but I couldn't help it.  It was beyond my control.  
I found an article on the internet about side effects of Clomid, two of which are mood swings and depression.  This was beyond mood swings.  This was uncontrolled crazy.  This was by far the worst meltdown I've had since starting that stupid medication, but I'm afraid to stop taking it. I don't want to ruin any chances.
Of course it didn't help that we picked Saturday to meet my newest nephew who was only 5 days old. Or that a very pregnant friend of the family was also there, and here I was....barren.( I know how dramatic that sounds, but that was the crazy talking)
It took me several days but today I actually feel like the normal only-slightly-crazy Sarah.  I do have to say that I'm a little bit afraid of what the next month's hormones will bring.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Thanks for Your Support!

I'm glad everyone enjoyed my story.  My teacher, however, did not.  He recommended many changes, so that's what I'll be doing this weekend.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Drumroll Please....My 1st Story

Okay, here it is.....the first story I wrote for my creative writing class.  

The room was quiet but for the soft hum of machines.  The quiet whoosh of the respirator giving breaths is a peaceful sound.  So is the steady beeping of the monitor….the steady beating of a heart.  In my many years as a respiratory therapist I had become almost immune to these noises.  I hardly heard them anymore and the hum filled me with calm.  Things were good when the sounds were peaceful and steady.  The early morning sun is creeping through the blinds indicating the freshness of a new day.  I buttoned the front of my lab coat shutting out the cold blast from the room’s air conditioner.  Hospitals tend to be kept cold for several reasons.  It cuts down on bacteria growth as well as makes it easier for people to breathe.  I think the cool temperatures lend to the calming effect.  It reminds me of the quiet peacefulness after the first snow of the year.   In the early mornings like these I feel that there is order to the universe and I am in control.  I love this about my job.  It’s the one place that I feel capable.  I feel in control.  
A voice startled me out of my calm.  I turned my head to see Mrs. Roberts, the wife of my patient, hope apparent in her eyes.  She’d asked how her husband was doing.  I told her that he was stable.  No better no worse.  This was the part I hated.  I couldn't bear to either crush her hopes or give her false ones.  She’d been coming to sit with her husband every day since the accident that put him here in my ICU.  She would sit by his side and read quietly, her presence a comfort only to her for as far as I could tell her husband hadn’t opened his eyes since being brought into the emergency room.  There had been a terrible car accident.  It had been lightly raining that morning as her husband had been driving to work.  A large truck was trying to beat the stoplight and with the roads being slick couldn’t stop in time.  He barreled into Mr. Roberts’ sedan.  He had literally been hit by a Mack truck.  The entire driver’s side had been smashed in and he’d needed to be cut out of the car.  He’d been rushed here where it was discovered that he had a fractured pelvis, several broken ribs, and a severe head injury resulting in brain damage.  With most of his injuries being internal, he looked pretty good.  Only a few lacerations and bruises were visible.  One would never guess how grave the situation really was.  To his wife and family, it probably looked like he was merely sleeping.  Well, sleeping with several tubes connected to him.  Only I, along with the doctor and nurse, knew better.  The doctors and nurses had spent the last several days trying to convince the family just how irreversible the damage really was.  There was no brain activity.  The doctors wanted to withdraw the respirator.  The family refused.  They still didn’t understand.  You see, they were still hoping for a miracle.  I was kind of hoping for one myself. 
He was a young man, only in his forty’s.  It is always heartbreaking to see injuries this severe in younger people.  It never seems fair.  Yesterday his wife brought in their children.  Their daughter was twelve years old.  She was curious about the machines and threw questions at anyone who came into the room…a nurse in the making.  Occasionally she would squeeze her mother’s hand reassuringly, as if the roles had been reversed and she was the parent.  Her brother, a much younger version of his father, stood wide eyed and silent at the foot of the bed.  At eight years old, I couldn’t tell if he truly understood all that was happening.  All I knew was that their lives would never be the same.  I couldn’t imagine losing a parent that early in life.  It would completely change their lives.
The end of my shift was nearing.  My rounds were finished.  Each patient was taken care of and comfortable in their room preparing for the arrival of their bad hospital food.  While nutritious, hospital food is usually far from gourmet.  I myself was thinking about my upcoming dinner and what I would be preparing once I got home.  I was sitting at a computer just outside the ICU’s doors finishing up my day’s charting, but my mind was wandering.  I was trying to visualize the contents of my refrigerator and hopefully come up with something creative and edible.  Suddenly I heard the noise that all therapists dread…especially at the end of their shift.  Code Blue ICU.   I rushed into the ICU and into Mr. Roberts’ room.  His heart had finally stopped.  The calm was shattered.  The room was filled with frantic voices.  The loud ding of the monitor alarms indicating asystole had everyone moving rapidly and efficiently.  Everyone here had done this many times before.  I heard the loud clang of the crash cart being shoved into the room and rummaged through.  At the head of the bed another therapist had taken him off the respirator and was pushing air into his lungs with an ambu bag.  I began chest compressions.  I felt the cracking of already fragile ribs beneath my hands.  The muscles in my arms screamed as I tried to force his heart to beat again.  The nurses pushed injections of life saving medications through the IV‘s.  I continued to pump away, beads of sweat gathering on my forehead from both the exertion and the body heat of the many people surrounding the bed.  I tried to regain the control that had so easily slipped away.  With all that we could to in medicine, we should be able to save more people.  For some, their time is simply up no matter what we do.  In this job I’ve come to believe in a higher power.  There was a higher power at work today.  Mr. Robert’s heart started to beat again.  His blood pressure was extremely low and without a doubt he would code again and soon.  But this time his family would have a chance to say their goodbyes.  I placed him back on the respirator.  Calm was once again restored to the room.
Mrs. Roberts and the children came in from the waiting room.  Their red rimmed eyes told me that the doctor had finally managed to convince them of the gravity of the situation.  She had finally signed the Do Not Resuscitate orders.  The children, led by their grandmother, solemnly told their father that they loved him and said their tearful goodbyes.  They left the room, their quiet sobs tearing at my heart.  Mrs. Roberts stayed at her husband’s side.  She sat in the chair next to his bed and held his hand.   “It’s okay to go” she whispered in his ear.   In order to give them more privacy, I left the room.  Shortly after, so did he.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

My first story...done.

I just finished my first story for class. It's approximately five pages when I used a size 13 font and double spaced (my teachers like double spacing...they say it's easier to read). I'll post it later when I have more time. gulp! I think I feel a little nauseous. I'm nervous that it's terrible. I mean, I think it's good, but I may be a little biased. I just have to suck it up. How will I ever get better if I don't put myself out there right?
Remember judgy judgerton, better known as Spiderman: Be. Nice. You have to live with me.
I may poke pins in you while you sleep.

Monday, September 8, 2008

All Fired Up!

There's a subject that I was thinking about over the weekend and I want to get it off my chest.  I'm citing one specific instance in this post, but it's not the first time I've seen this happen.  I just HAVE to say something.  Last week I was reading Dooce and she wrote a post about the Republican Convention and Sarah Palin's appointment.  I could go into detail about what she said in the post, but that's not what completely disgusted me.  What pissed me off more than anything else was the 2400 or so comments left on that post.  While most of them said "you go, girl"  and agreed whole heartedly, there were a scary amount that attacked her.  One of them even included a death threat.
Don't they get the whole point of a blog?
If you can't post your opinion on your own blog where can you?  I completely understand that when you give your opinion anywhere, especially on a subject as touchy as politics, you open yourself up to have people disagree with you.  That's fine. It's expected.  What I cannot even begin to understand is what compels brazen, rude, self righteous people to personally attack someone because their opinion differs from yours.  If it is a book, magazine, newspaper or post that offends you. Stop. Reading.  If it is music or television, turn it off.  You have that choice. No one FORCED these people to continue to read her post.  Absolutely no one FORCED these people to call Heather B. names, insult her intelligence or threaten her.  Her opinion is still valid.  She's still entitled to have it.  It's what this country was based on.  Freedom.  Freedom to voice your opinion even if it's the minority.  Even if it's controversial.   Again you have a choice to be exposed to it or not.  You also have the choice to either be like the many people who left comments on her blog or you can be a better, more tolerant person.  
I choose tolerance.  
Because you never know when your opinion may be the one in the minority.  
And you would expect the same respect.

Friday, September 5, 2008

9021 0h my!

I finally watched it. Spiderman left me alone and kept his snarky comments to himself (distracted by the first game of the football season).
Here are my thoughts:
  • I am totally curious about Kelly's baby daddy. My sister called me halfway through to discuss. We think it could possibly be Brandon...who knows?
  • The plagiarized English paper...anyone else see that coming?
  • Annie, the new "Brenda" was a little too naive and cheesy for me. What, has she NEVER been on a plane before?
  • I LOVE that Rob Estes is in this. I have always dug him since way back when he was on Silk Stalkings. (am I the only person who ever watched that, I mean it was quality TV) I also think that the young teacher has cute potential.
  • Lacrosse? Seriously?
  • Nat got really old.
  • The Peach Pit is a coffee bar now?
  • The grandma is too funny. Lots of good one liners.

Overall I enjoyed the show enough to give it a few more episodes. It retained some of the wholesomeness and cheesyness of the original series. (which I liked) And also there seems like there will be some interesting drama to come.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Shocking Confession

I have a confession to make. I have never had a pedicure. collective gasp. I know! I should probably have my girl membership card taken away.
Right after I graduated from high school I had a toenail fungus on my big toenail. After treating it, it disappeared but left my nail a little wonky looking. I have always been self conscious of it.
Lately I've been thinking that I should just suck it up and go have a pedicure. I'm sure I would love it. Everyone tells me they're Fantastic.
I don't think my nails look all that bad right now, but I'm sure they could look better. So, who wants to go with me for some pampering?

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Stupid Channel 9

I didn't get to see 90210. First off, it was scheduled to air at 10:30 pm. WTF? Who decided this is prime time to premier a new show....that you want people to actually watch. So I set my DVR- I have to get up at an ungodly hour for work and am usually in a coma by 10:30.
So why didn't I get to see it if I DVR'd it, right?
How was I supposed to know that the Cubs game shown right before it would go over? Then they had to show the news. It was after 11 when it finally started.
Thank goodness they are re airing it tomorrow. I'll watch it then.
Until then.....lalala....I can't hear you....lalala. Please don't give anything away!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Kelly Taylor's Back!

Is everyone as excited as I am? I mean I practically grew up with the original and my girlfriend Brandi and I used to watch the reruns religiously. I'm going to give the first episode a chance and hopefully it won't disappoint.
The show completely takes me back and I feel like tightrolling my jeans and teasing my bangs. My sister and I used to have posters of Brandon and Dylan on our walls. (I know...we were lame...but I had to replace my pics of Kirk Cameron with something!)
I'm hoping that I will be finished with school in enough time so that I don't miss anything.
Speaking of school....thanks for all your ideas and help with my first homework assignment. It helped greatly (except the snarky comment left by Captain Obvious aka my husband...It's a CREATIVE WRITING class it doesn't have to all be fiction). Jenn from the Coconut diaries pointed out that it might be easier to read aloud a story that isn't personal and true. You're very insightful although I still think I'm going to freak out no matter what I have to read.
What I've decided to do is create an entirely fictional story Inspired by my real life job. (Some of the best stories are inspired by real life anyway) It's something I know about and can relate to.
I haven't decided if I'm going to post it here once it's finished. What do you guys think? Do you want to read the finished product?