tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55180147668620045572024-03-14T04:07:17.365-04:00Making the Most of MeganI'm a twenty-something soon-to-be-nurse from wonderful South Carolina. Here you'll find me blogging about life, love, that big girl job, and everything you could think of in between! :)Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-70536680199645703662011-05-26T23:02:00.000-04:002011-05-26T23:02:38.567-04:00Max, The Perfect Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qN1cuyje4I/Td8QrPyaLAI/AAAAAAAABuk/5PVqqxnsYbU/s1600/DSC_1073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qN1cuyje4I/Td8QrPyaLAI/AAAAAAAABuk/5PVqqxnsYbU/s320/DSC_1073.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week has been so hard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My heart hurts so bad. I miss him so much. A part of me died that day. My little blond haired boy. I miss his eyes, his smell, his stubby tail, his solemn sighs as he fell asleep on my bed at night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was suffering so much though that we owed it to him as his owners to help him out of his misery. His eyes said everything. "Please...I'm hurting and I'm ready to go". For days I'd say my goodbyes to him each night thinking he would pass in his sleep at night...then I'd say my goodbyes in the morning before work, thinking he'd pass while I was gone. This went on for about 4 days. Finally, my parents, brother and I decided that we would not let him suffer. Thursday was a blur. Working that day was so hard. I was consoled by a sweet patient at work who out of nowhere knew I was sad. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dad and brother took him to the vet. They were there with him as he went. My dad said he looked so peaceful. I commend the Animal Hospital for being SO amazing and supportive ( to the point of making a donation in Max's name to a local pet agency called Recycled Pets. and sending us a sympathy card with Max's paw prints.).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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"Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day. It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-John Grogan, author of Marley and Me.<br />
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</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/194/C6A77B82D1988D95FAD8D276BD8E72EE.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-69315777220150439582011-04-17T23:42:00.000-04:002011-04-17T23:43:35.514-04:00Maybe I'm next?So today I witnessed a good friend of mine get married! <br>The wedding was beautiful! I will have to post pictures when I get back from NYC!<br> But just a little FYI.... I CAUGHT THE. BOUQUET!!!! Hahaaaa. That was a first for me! Yay! <p>I am getting so antsy about NYC! 2 more days! I have to work 2 more shifts, Monday and Tuesday. Then we have to be at the airport no later than 4:00am on Wednesday. Our flight leaves at 6:15...which means that they will start boarding around 5:45. And I am NOT missing this flight!! <p>Be prepared for several posts and a boatload of pictures when I get back! <br>Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerryMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-59150509776899352422011-04-07T01:30:00.000-04:002011-04-07T01:30:25.117-04:00Back Again!<div style="text-align: center;">Wow....I AM ONE SLACK BLOGGER. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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1. I turned the big 2-3! I didn't do much for my birthday. Just had a loooovely lowcounty boil with my parents and brother and the boy. Delish!! And..... My birthday gift from my parents is going to be MY CHOICE of something fabulous in NYC! <br />
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2. My grandmother got put in the hospital for antibiotic therapy for a kidney infection and dehydration, 2 days after her 81st birthday. They discharged her 4 days later. <br />
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Then 3 days after she got home, she fell and broke her hip. She was placed on my unit at the hospital! I got to keep a close eye on her, but I couldn't be her nurse. She was on my floor for 4 days and then they discharged her to a very good rehab facility. <br />
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Well...4 days later ( this past Sunday ), we get a call from the rehab and they told us they were rushing her to the ER. Poor Mammaw. They thought it was heart or kidney related but everything came back normal She is back at her rehab facilty doing very well! She finally has an appetite and is raring to go! Keep her in your prayers!!!<br />
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3. I am finally off of orientation at work!! It is so liberating to be by myself ( but equally as terrifying!)<br />
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4. 12 days until I go to NYC with my mom, my BFF and her mom!! 4 free days off of work to get organized. 7 actual 12 hour shifts. One wedding ( i have the day off for that but I'm not counting it as a free day!) So puuuumped!<br />
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5. My friend and I booked a reunion cruise to the Bahamas with a few of our nursing school friends. We all haven't been together since May 7th, 2010. The cruise is in September and it is leaving from Charleston, SC and leaves on Wednesday and comes back to port on a Monday. None of us have to take off any time from work. Now I just have to get skinny!<br />
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6. My friend found out that she is going to have a little boy!!!!! I'm so excited. Little Wyatt is going to be spoiled ROTTEN!<br />
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The next few weeks are going to be BUSY, but a FUN busy....and hopefully not a stressful busy like the past month has been.<br />
Yay for me being back in the blog moooooood!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am SO pumped though that it's supposed to be 80 degress in SC tomorrow! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my birthday month is RIGHT around the corner!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my NYC trip is 52 days away!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And.....that's all I've got for ya'.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/194/C6A77B82D1988D95FAD8D276BD8E72EE.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-40047623245620332142011-02-07T23:25:00.001-05:002011-02-07T23:26:18.302-05:00Face Time.<div style="text-align: center;">Hi. I'm Megan. I'm 22 and I still have acne like a hormonal teenager. Boo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been on tons of prescription creams, antibiotics and gels and crap from the dermatologist. They either don't do anything for my face or they completely burn the top 2 layers off and then fail to get better from there. Or they make me nauseous beyond belief.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Try explaining why you flew to the restroom covering your mouth to your grandmother during church. "No Mammaw...I'm not pregnant. I only ate a full meal like it said on the prescription bottle and then took my medicine." Yes...that happened. Two Sundays in a row actually. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My dermatologist said that the next step is Accutane. </div><div style="text-align: center;">NO STINKIN' WAY. <br />
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I've heard HORROR stories about Accutane. No I do not want to be suicidal. No I do don't want to have to take pregnancy tests every month because of the horrential PROVEN birth defects. <br />
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" <span style="font-size: x-small;">Accutane stops all oil production in the body which can cause:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Dryness, discomfort with contacts, <em>joint pain</em>, <em>back pain</em>, dizziness, drowsiness, <em>nervousness</em>, dryness of the lips, mouth, nose, and skin, cracking or peeling of skin, itching, rashes, or changes in finger nails. In extreme cases, it has also been known to cause <em>severe birth defects or even fetal death</em>, <em>depressed moods</em>, trouble concentrating, insomnia, agitation, change in behavior, <em>hallucinations</em>, thoughts of <em>suicide</em>, sudden numbness or weakness on one side of the body, blurred vision, sudden or severe headaches, vomiting, hearing problems, <em>seizures</em>, severe pain in upper stomach, fast heart rate, loss of appetite, dark urine, clay colored stools, jaundice, severe diarrhea, rectal bleeding, black, bloody, or tarry stools, fever, chills, body aches, flu symptoms, purple spots under the skin, easy bruising or bleeding, or </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>bone fracture."</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
No thanks. I'm too young for rectal bleeding, purple spots ( I'm trying to get rid of acne spots, I don't need anymore colors on my face), and the suicide things potential is just scary.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'm taking things into my own hands. I'm going to spend my hard earned money on products that I believe will help my face instead of antibiotics and creams that make me feel horrible. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that I have my own health insurance and a big girl job, I'm the one paying my bills. I'd rather experiment with products than pay a $30 copay for 5 appointments that last 6 minutes each. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beauty.com is my new best friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I spent a good 2 days comparing products and I finally decided on 4 of them</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This reminds me of those Clean and Clear Astringent Pads from those teenybopper acne days. BUT IT'S NOT. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's awesome and it tingles and makes your face feel really cold!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It smells fresh and isn't overwhelming at all, nor does it dry out the skin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my favorite. It has a medicinal smell to it which I don't mind at all. It contains 10% Active <a href="http://acne.about.com/od/otcacnetreatments/p/sulfur.htm">Sulfur</a>. It does not have the yucky sulfur smell most people think of. I dip a Q-tip in it and spot it on all my bumps. Once it's dry, you can't really even smell it. This stuff will dry up a fresh zit in a heartbeat (well....overnight...at least). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This makes me want to go swim in a sulfur spring. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's a black mask. One you go black you don't go back is the truth. My skin LOVES this. It contains Active Charcoal. "Activated Charcoal acts like a magnet to draw out deep-dwelling pore-cloggers, White China Clay absorbs environmental toxins, Lecithin dissolves impurities" --Beauty.com said it so perfectly. It doesn't overdry like I thought it would. It sure felt like it would while it waa on. It rinses off really well, unlike some of those cheap mask where you practically have to squeegee the mask off. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I place a washcloth in hot-as-you-can-stand-it water and then wring it out and put it on my face for about 2 minutes, or until it doesn't feel hot anymore. Then I slather it on, except for around the eyes and mouth. It takes about 15 minutes to harden. You will know when it's time to rinse. Try to smile. It's like a temporary Botox treatment minus the botulism.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't wait to get to the point where my face is CLEAR and I can start working on the old acne spots that take FOREVER to fade. I'm thinking a day at a medical spa might fix that in the future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<br>1. I have been diagnosed with tendinitis in my shoulder. How the hell did that happen? I have no idea. For the past 3 weeks my left arm has been a gimp arm. I grimace in pain during everyday tasks such as dressing, bath and reaching for things. It sucks. I'm on the same antiinflamatory pain med as my dad!
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<br>2. I just started a new face regimen for me acne. Definitely a future post. Let's just say I've been on the regimen for 5 days and I can see a difference already! So excited for clear skin! It's about time!
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<br>3. My neighbors to the right of me needs to go to hell or move. They called Animal Control on our two sweet dogs. We have never had trouble with our dogs or other neighbors. All of our other neighbors go goo-goo gaa-gaa over Max and Molly. This is definitely a post for another day. My little blackberry can't handle it.
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">However! I think this might just be the answer to my weight-loss prayers. I danced my little heart away for 3 hours and didn't even realize it! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Happy Birthday Blog! It's been a good year!<br />
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2. Work is GREAT. I mean it. It's so much better than my old job. My co-workers are AWESOME. My preceptors are AWESOME. I really feel like a real nurse. I AM A REAL NURSE (RN...hahaaa). Yes...there are bad days. Yes..there are still pain-in-the-ass patients, but the good days and the patients who are sincerely appreciative make up for it. I go off of orientation at the end of March. I'm up to 4 patients now ( up.to 4 patients...HA... sounds retarded when I ONLY had 22 patients at my old job ).<br />
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3. I blogged about Christmas and my life in December. See<a href="http://missmegan-rn.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-baaaaack.html"> here</a>.<br />
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4. My close friend found out that she is pregnant! Can't wait for August to meet him/her!<br />
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5. Weight loss. Haa. I've been trying to eat healthier. TRYING. I've been packing my lunch more. Working out. HAHA. I'd rather sleeeeep! I did get a Wii Fit. It's fun. I guess that counts. I think I've been losing weight. Several people in the past 2 weeks have said that I look skinnier! Really ?! Thanks! I'll take it!<br />
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6. I've also been sick since January 14. Lets see. It started off as an upper respiratory infection and a sinus infection. One doctors appointment and some Amoxicillin and 36 hours later and I feel worse than ever. I go to the Urgent Care clinic and see Doctor #2 and he tells me that almost 2 full days of antibiotics hasn't touched what I have. He said that I had pharyngitis and both of my ear drums were inverted. (Inverted Ear drum-an imbalance in pressure between the middle ear and the outer ear caused by blocked (with mucus/throat funk) eustachian tubes--which can cause pain). Joy. I missed work for the first time. The next day at work was pure hell. I've never sneezed so much in my life. I'm tempted to call it projectile snotting . My sleeve needed to be autoclaved. Haha. Any who....2 days later and I felt better! I've still got the digusting crud cough but I feel dandy!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our gorgeous 'boutique' hotel is right next to Times Square in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. It is located in the theater district and is just blocks from Central Park, and Rockefeller Center! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">FYI: My computer magically fixed itself. THANK GOD. No lie...after a week and a half of being a pain in my butt...it just....started working.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yay. I lost NOTHING. All my pictures and files are still there (and will be backed up by an external hard drive ASAP!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've missed blogging. I've only been on the computer sporadically over the past 3 weeks and that is only when I can sneak and get on my brother's laptop. It's actually been a good thing that I've been away from my computer. I didn't miss nothing having it at my fingertips when I wanted to get online. I <em>did</em> miss the blog world though. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">-I <strong>LOVE </strong>my new job. It's completely opposite my old job and I feel like a real nurse now and now just a 'glorified pill pusher". I had to work Christmas Eve day, but I had Christmas and today off. Oh...and I got a big locker in the nurses lounge. New Job= BIG LOCKER, Old Job=NO LOCKER. Cheap thrills!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-I had a WONDERFUL Christmas. My dad had to work on Christmas so we opened gifts on Christmas Eve. I got a KitchenAid Mixer from my parents, as well as Kate Spade Twirl perfume from them also. It smells SO good! This is the first Christmas that I didn't have a wish list...and it felt good. You don't get dissappointed and there are tons of little surprises. I guess this is what it feels like to have a 'Grown Up" Christmas. Dave got me photo editing software and a tripod for my DSLR. No ring (Ok...maybe that was <em>one</em> thing I wanted) . No dissappointments though! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRk3QzsDuz0/TRbfdqakdCI/AAAAAAAABs8/U_bSBV_-qx4/s1600/kitchenaid-5quart-mixer-chrome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRk3QzsDuz0/TRbfdqakdCI/AAAAAAAABs8/U_bSBV_-qx4/s320/kitchenaid-5quart-mixer-chrome.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">OH...and I HAD MY FIRST WHITE CHRISTMAS!!!!! We got snow today! Rain started this afternoon and turned to snow around 7:30pm. We've got a dusting and the forecasters say that it's not going to let up until morning! I guess I can check that off my bucket list!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">- Dave and his twin brother graduated from Clemson University on December 16th! My Mom, Dad and I made the trek to Clemson and braved sleet and the FREEZING cold....as well as 2 1/2 hours of graduation. I'm so proud of him! He's going back for his Masters Degree in Civil Engineering in January! A 3 weeks break would <em>not</em> be enough for me ...but more power to him!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerryMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-58080537175950968252010-11-25T23:02:00.001-05:002010-11-25T23:02:07.646-05:00Praise and prayersPraise: <br>- My wonderful friends and family.<br>- My grandpa's progress in physical therapy after breaking his femur! He got to come home from rehab for 4 hours today and he gets to come home for good on Saturday!<br>-5 more shifts at my 'old' job<br>-My new job that I will start on December 6th!<br>-My aunt Amy and her fiance David are getting married in a little intimate ceremony on Thursday. <br>-A roof over my head and my health!<p>Prayers:<br>-Dave's sweet grandmother passed away on Wednesday. I pray that his family finds peace in knowing that she is no longer in pain.<br>-My grandpa. I pray that his leg heals well and that his cancer remains where it is at and that it doesn't spread.<br>-My friend's parent's who will endure their second holiday season without their dear son. <p><br>Happy Thanksgiving Y'all!<p>Love, Megan<br>Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerryMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-4140726054524057812010-11-20T12:15:00.001-05:002010-11-20T12:17:48.821-05:00Big News!<div style="text-align: center;">I WAS OFFERED A JOB YESTERDAY!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> They offered it to me on the spot after my interview! I accepted on the spot too! I start 2 weeks from Monday! I put in my two weeks notice yesterday just because I could!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am BEYOND excited! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> My reason for not blogging lately has been more stress/borderline depression than me just being lazy. I've really been in a funk lately and it is mostly to blame on my work. I was seriously thinking about going to the Dr. to see if I could get something for it, but ever since there have been a few leads on jobs, I've slowly but surely gotten 'happier" and have really felt better. My appetite has slowed down ( Thank God because I was eatting <em>everything) </em>and I've been getting better sleep. I guess I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Two weeks and I'll be OUT of where I'm at and starting fresh!! <br />
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My new job offers better pay, better working conditions (aka a floor that has never been used in the somewhat new tower...so brand spankin' new equipment), and they offer much better benefits. My new manager is SO nice, we clicked right from the start! I can't wait to start!! Finally a nursing job where I can actually do what I am supposed to do as a nurse!</div><div style="text-align: center;">OH...and yesterday was EXTRA great because by boyfriend's twin brother's girlfriend got a new job today too! <br />
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She was in the SAME exact position as me with her job. She was getting treated horrible and was cussed at on a regular basis by her boss. She was selling a product blindly to businesses across the country. She said she was a 'glorified telemarketer for businesses". Her new job is really close to home and she will be working for a lending company!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I get 3 hours of crappy sleep and then go into work. I was able to talk to the staffing lady and she could tell I needed a mental day. She said I could go after morning med pass. I didn't leave work until 4pm because we got 3 new admits and I worked on morning meds until 11:30am! I need to get OUT of there. </div><div style="text-align: center;">All the while I have NO idea what is going on with my Grandpa.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He ended up not breaking his hip. He broke his femur below where he broke it in June. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> He had surgery last night and they removed the pins from the previous surgery and put in a rod. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm SO glad that he is okay and that there were no complications. His nurses are so sweet and my parents and everyone else informed the charge nurse that I'm looking for a job. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They REQUESTED my resume! Oh...and the patient load on that floor is between 5-6 patients. I'd take that any day compared to my 22 patient load where I'm at now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways.....I think my stressful day is over until I'm feeding my dogs. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was home alone because mom and Dad were at the hospital. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Max had just finished eatting and I saw him jerk and then he practically did a backflip and had a tonic-clonic seizure right in the middle of the kitchen. He's had them before but I've never been alone when it's happened. I was TERRIFIED. Each time he has one I'm just so afraid this is gonna be the one that kills him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was gurgling on his saliva which was making him make some horrible sound that would bring a tear to your eye. This seizure lasted about 10 minutes and then he lied on the floor unable to get up for about 10minutes also ( I was also lying on the floor face to face with him talking to him and telling him I love him....covered in dog saliva!). I called my dad in a panic and he rushed home from the hospital to help me out. By the time Dad got home Max was just starting to get up and wander. It's so sad because he's completely confused and isn't quite steady on his feet yet and he runs into things and his legs buckle. Then for about 3 -4 hours he wanders and is just really out of it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I slept for what seemed like 2 hours and it's 9am I spent my whole day at the hospital which I was SO glad I could do. I MADE my grandma go home and shower and sleep. She had been with my Pappy since Monday night. I got some QT with Pappy and I wouldn't trade that time for anything. .....well maybe for an UNBROKEN femur. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So yea....when it rains....<span style="font-size: large;">it freakin' pours. </span></div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/194/C6A77B82D1988D95FAD8D276BD8E72EE.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-36996163916445979662010-11-08T22:44:00.000-05:002010-11-08T22:44:51.739-05:00What else?!<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">You never know how strong you are till being strong is the only choice you've got.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">My great uncle Bob passed away today. His beautiful wife, Anna Lee passed away in February. He was heartbroken. </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">My grandfather fell in the bathroon about 30 minutes ago and my grandmother swears his leg is broken. My parents are at the hospital along with my aunt and her fiance. I can't go because I worked a 14 hour shift today and I work a 12 (probably 14 ) hour shift tomorrow. On top of this possible broken leg, my Pappy is fighting Lung and Prostate Cancer.</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so excited to take pictures of all the pretty fruits and veggies and of me and Amanda trying to be healthy and domestic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ended up getting 6 beautiful meduim size tomatoes for $1.15</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">3 heads of hearts of romaine lettuce for $1.50</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A rather large bunch of fresh basil for $1</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And a MASSIVE bouquet of flowers for $10. ( If I got these quality flowers at a Flower Shop or at the grocery store I would have paid a TON of money for them.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Too bad we left because we couldn't handle the cold and Amanda was nauseas and woozy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We headed to go shopping around Charlotte for the rest of the day. We hit ONE store and then both felt like we were hit by Mack trucks. We left for home around 2.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know what hit us...or if it was the same thing that we both have. I feel like craaaaaap though! I haven't been sick in a long time. I almost vommed coming in the door at my house. Mom was browning ground beef and onions on the stove. I made a beeline for my bed and slept until 6. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/194/C6A77B82D1988D95FAD8D276BD8E72EE.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054144405986322885noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518014766862004557.post-87118101106196568502010-11-01T00:29:00.000-04:002010-11-01T00:29:00.297-04:00Hi.<div style="text-align: center;">::Disclaimer:: This is HIPAA compliant...and it's a vent post.....hahaaa Beware!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It feels like years since I've blogged. We'll I'm back! Theses past few weeks have been ridiculous. Work has consumed me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And today I had a meltdown at work. I've work 40 hours in 3 days....and I was at my wits end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I snapped. I had tears streaming down my face. I was PISSED. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One thing that pisses me off more than anything is people with NO sense of work ethic. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well...all but one of my CNA's (Certified Nursing Assistant) showed NO work ethic today. None.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For starters, we had 3 call outs in the whole facilty...which means that under state laws, we were understaffed, and could get NAILED by JCAHO ( healthcare police...google it).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then NO ONE would come in to work to help out. If it wasn't their patient, they wouldn't help. " Oh...that's not my patient". </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There was one CNA that was GOD SEND to me. She was the reason I didn't have to be admitted to the mental ward.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The others did a half ass job at EVERYTHING. They didn't turn in vital signs to me until like 5 minutes before they left. They are supposed to be in a 10am....I got them at 2:45...which means I have to go back into 22 charts to fill them in. So thats chart checking 44 charts not including the 4000 other times we look through the charts each day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">People sat in shit and pee way longer than they should have. People didn't teeth brushed today. People didn't showers today. It was shitty care. So sad. I feel ashamed to say that I work there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did way more work as a CNA today than I did as a nurse. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was behind on important meds. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had a patient that literally took up 2 hours of my time because she wanted a ''nerve pill..AKA Xanax" or a "somethin' for my pain", " or "I'm nauseas" . " Yea...ok....you only sucked down 3 juice cups and keep eatting Reese cups...no wonder you feel sick!. " Oh and she's pretty much addicted to her narcotics so its like throwing a BB at a tank!! Literally every 5 minutes. Her call light was on all freakin day and I medicated her as much as I could legally.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally I ended up sticking my finger up her ass ( Phenergan suppository) and the Phenergan made her drowsy for about 3 hours. And those were 3 sweet hours. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then because I can't get damn vitals from my CNA's who only have to get vitals for 9 patients, I get yelled at by the on-call doctor who said I was unorganized.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kiss my ass.....try having 22 patients ALONE.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh...and I went 14 hours without food or drink. And yes... ALL OF MY CNA's each had a 30 minutre lunch break.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Found this online...and it's the honest to God truth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please think about this next time you are in the hospital or have family in a hospital or nursing facility</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Come walk in our shoes for a 12-hour (or greater ) shift. Come see the joy,</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">then tragedy, the comedy, the 100 ways we are pulled and pushed AND THEN</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> rate my "pleasant greeting", "answers call light in timely fashion", "states name of patient."</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Use the bathroom now, because you might not get the chance again</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">until your shift ends. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Wear comfortable shoes. Don't worry if they're</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">clean. They'll end up with blood and vomit on them.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We are the patient's advocate, the doctors' eyes and ears, and </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">everyone's scapegoat. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We can page your doctor but we can't make</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">that doctor magically appear. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We check your stitches, wipe your </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">blood, drain your pus and empty your bedpan.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nursing is a tough job, but we're tougher. We've been yelled at by administrators, supervisors and doctors. We've been kicked, </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">slapped, punched, spat on, and sexually harassed by patients in </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">various states of delirium, mental illness, arrogance, and </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">intoxication. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">We've even had chairs and food trays thrown at us.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>We work mandatory overtime, weekends and holidays. We eat Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners with coworkers.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We deal with families who ignore visiting hours, bring food to patients </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">on restricted diets, and insist on staying the night even </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">though it's not a private room. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We deal with the Florida son who</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">rders us around to show a parent he's neglected for years that he</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">cares. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We cannot be at your side every waking minute. We have </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">10 ::insert::(or in my case 22)::insert:: other patients. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We cannot answer 5 call lights at once. We</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">can't stop doing CPR on a patient because you ran out of tissues.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>We are not maids, beauticians, or cocktail waitresses. We are professionals with college degrees.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We hate that we can't spend more bedside time with you, but s</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">wearing at us will not make us move faster. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Taking better care</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">of your health would help. Quit smoking. Lose weight. Start </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">exercising. Stop drinking.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">How do we survive? We ignore the nasty comments, the</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">demanding relatives, the crazy staffing grids. We count to 10 </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">before speaking. We pray every morning for strength and</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">wisdom, patience and empathy. We drive home tired and</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">frustrated, telling ourselves over and over , "I'm not the nurse I</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">want to be, but I'm the best nurse the hospital staffing allows me</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">to be." We fall asleep praying for the ones who won't survive the </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">night.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">There is no finish line, ever. Nursing is demanding, fulfilling, and </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">we can't imagine doing anything else. Nothing beats washing blood</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">and glass off a car crash survivor , stabilizing a broken neck,</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">saving a diabetic's leg, keeping a cancer patient in remission.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">The day we send a patient home we relish the unbelievable </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">resilience of the human body and spirit.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">We did not become nurses for the hours, the salary, or the</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">glamour of it all. We became nurses to make a difference.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>We don't ask for much. One sincere Thank You makes all the </em></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>thankless hours worth it. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ok... I feel better.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">3 lukewarm bottles Dasani water = $9</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sangria that I couldn't drink because it was way to hot outside= $15</div><div style="text-align: center;">Football Ticket =$80</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Screaming 'COCKS" at the top of my lungs, Dancing to 'Sandstorm' with 80,000 friends and being there to witness the USC Gamecocks beat #1 Alabama..... PRICELESS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday was INTENSE!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For starters...it was HOT as hell! I also had NO idea if I was going to find a ticket or not. </div><div style="text-align: center;">After searching long and hard 20 minutes before kick-off I bit the bullet and paid $80 for an upper level ticket. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Upper level my ass!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My dear old roommate faked dumb to the event staff and was like " Whaaat? I need a wrist band to sit in the student section? Really?" She said the dude handed her another wristband without question! Succkers!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have NEVER...in my 4 years of college..had seats like I had on Saturday. Front row of the student section, east endzone. Perfect view of the field. AMAZING!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I missed kick off....but thats okay. I heard "2001" later in the game.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The atmosphere was surreal. The electricity felt was soooo crazy. The crowd never let up. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Cocks did it! We shut down the #1 team in the nation!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got chills and <em>almost </em>cried during the singing of the alma mater after the end of game.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We hail thee, Carolina, and sing thy high praise</div><div style="text-align: center;">With loyal devotion, remembering the days</div><div style="text-align: center;">When proudly we sought thee, thy children to be:<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Here's a health, Carolina, forever to thee!</strong></em> </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can be like Edward. <br />
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My skin pale white and ice cold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I look well fed thanks to TrueBlood. </td></tr>
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