The meaning of blog
I guess a blog is kind of an online diary. Since I don't think anyone will ever read it I guess I can write what I want it. Maybe it will be kind of a cathartic thing.
Today I am very very scared because I have to go to the dentist. In fact I have to leave in twenty minutes. I keep looking at the dreaded time in the corner of my computer. Now, granted I have a very nice dentist. He is a red headed boy who looks about twelve years old. He is very sweet and competent though and hasn't hurt me yet. He likes my daughter and who knows? maybe he'll be my son-in-law. That would be kind of ironic because I have always hated dentists. I do like Dr. Frank though but I HATE the drill!!!! I have to have a cavity filled and it may be a crown- this is scary on the money front as well!!! Sitting in a dentist's chair must be the most vulnerable position a person can be in. It is worse to me than surgery, a gyny appt, childbirth, etc. But it's one of those things that Has to Be Done. This is where I can hear my mother's voice saying, well just go get it over with. And that is what I will do.
I wish the Cubs would stop losing, because baseball hasn't been any fun this season. Eight games in a row!! What is up?? It is getting depressing!!
My kittens are going beserk racing around the room. They are calico sisters. Orange, white and black. Oooh they are cute. They are aggravating the big cats (Charlie and Lucy) who have taken to higher ground (couches and tables they can't get too) The golden retriever, Benny, has retreated to his couch (my daddy's old couch) where he is curled up giving them (and me, because I brought them here) sullen looks. He is mad because I'm going somewhere, and it's not to take him to the track (his favorite thing in the whole world) He's mad because I brought these kittens in the house, and he's mad because there's nothing exciting in the food dish. When I get home from the dentist he will be happy though because he is always happy to see me.
Last night I went to my sister Celia's house and we had pizza and watched a movie about Avian Bird Flu. I played chess with my neice Faith and she is pretty good. We had a good time and decided we should do this every Tuesday. Next Tuesday they will come to our house and we will buy the pizza. I like that because I don't like to cook. Everyone likes pizza. I am not a big pizza fan for the taste, but I am a big pizza fan because I don't have to cook it. Steve (my husband) likes to grill. He will grill for hours. He is a butcher so he has all kinds of delicious marinated meat and seafood to grill for us, which is very wonderful. He is a happy husband because he has a new motorcycle, thanks to his brother. Yesterday we were going to go riding together, but it started raining. Boo hoo. Now he has to work the next five days so we won't have another chance anytime soon. He works long days (11 or 12 hours) and he rides his motorcycle to Hixson and back, so when he comes home he is not ready to go out for a ride but to rest. If I asked him he would take me, but I know he is tired. I work 12 hour shifts too (in the ICU as a nurse) so I wouldn't ever ask anyone to do anything after a 12 hour shift. All I want to do after a 12 hour shift is talk too my family for a little while and then go sit in bed and read and listen to the QUIET!!! There is nowhere as noisy as an ICU during the day shift. Telephones, Ivs beeping, ventilator alarms shrieking, people talking, family members crying, doors shutting, monitors alarming every time the patient moves- noise is the most stressful thing to me about being an ICU nurse. I do not think emergencies are stressful because that is what makes the job interesting. Old people that are put on ventilators and tortured for weeks before being allowed to die naturally, that is very stressful. I always look at them and it gives me comfort to think, we never did that to my mom and dad. Even though it was so hard to let go of them, we never even considered anything like that. But people don't know, they don't know what it entails when they say "Do everything" for their 89 year old grandparent with one lung (we just had such a person on a vent for five days. But the son became brave, and said to take him off and not to put him back on. So we took him off and everyone came in to say goodbye, and then he got better. That's the way it goes! We were all glad)
That's enough for now I have to eat something and settle my stomach before I Face the Dentist. I like blogging. This has definitely made me feel better as far as the anxiety level.
Today I am very very scared because I have to go to the dentist. In fact I have to leave in twenty minutes. I keep looking at the dreaded time in the corner of my computer. Now, granted I have a very nice dentist. He is a red headed boy who looks about twelve years old. He is very sweet and competent though and hasn't hurt me yet. He likes my daughter and who knows? maybe he'll be my son-in-law. That would be kind of ironic because I have always hated dentists. I do like Dr. Frank though but I HATE the drill!!!! I have to have a cavity filled and it may be a crown- this is scary on the money front as well!!! Sitting in a dentist's chair must be the most vulnerable position a person can be in. It is worse to me than surgery, a gyny appt, childbirth, etc. But it's one of those things that Has to Be Done. This is where I can hear my mother's voice saying, well just go get it over with. And that is what I will do.
I wish the Cubs would stop losing, because baseball hasn't been any fun this season. Eight games in a row!! What is up?? It is getting depressing!!
My kittens are going beserk racing around the room. They are calico sisters. Orange, white and black. Oooh they are cute. They are aggravating the big cats (Charlie and Lucy) who have taken to higher ground (couches and tables they can't get too) The golden retriever, Benny, has retreated to his couch (my daddy's old couch) where he is curled up giving them (and me, because I brought them here) sullen looks. He is mad because I'm going somewhere, and it's not to take him to the track (his favorite thing in the whole world) He's mad because I brought these kittens in the house, and he's mad because there's nothing exciting in the food dish. When I get home from the dentist he will be happy though because he is always happy to see me.
Last night I went to my sister Celia's house and we had pizza and watched a movie about Avian Bird Flu. I played chess with my neice Faith and she is pretty good. We had a good time and decided we should do this every Tuesday. Next Tuesday they will come to our house and we will buy the pizza. I like that because I don't like to cook. Everyone likes pizza. I am not a big pizza fan for the taste, but I am a big pizza fan because I don't have to cook it. Steve (my husband) likes to grill. He will grill for hours. He is a butcher so he has all kinds of delicious marinated meat and seafood to grill for us, which is very wonderful. He is a happy husband because he has a new motorcycle, thanks to his brother. Yesterday we were going to go riding together, but it started raining. Boo hoo. Now he has to work the next five days so we won't have another chance anytime soon. He works long days (11 or 12 hours) and he rides his motorcycle to Hixson and back, so when he comes home he is not ready to go out for a ride but to rest. If I asked him he would take me, but I know he is tired. I work 12 hour shifts too (in the ICU as a nurse) so I wouldn't ever ask anyone to do anything after a 12 hour shift. All I want to do after a 12 hour shift is talk too my family for a little while and then go sit in bed and read and listen to the QUIET!!! There is nowhere as noisy as an ICU during the day shift. Telephones, Ivs beeping, ventilator alarms shrieking, people talking, family members crying, doors shutting, monitors alarming every time the patient moves- noise is the most stressful thing to me about being an ICU nurse. I do not think emergencies are stressful because that is what makes the job interesting. Old people that are put on ventilators and tortured for weeks before being allowed to die naturally, that is very stressful. I always look at them and it gives me comfort to think, we never did that to my mom and dad. Even though it was so hard to let go of them, we never even considered anything like that. But people don't know, they don't know what it entails when they say "Do everything" for their 89 year old grandparent with one lung (we just had such a person on a vent for five days. But the son became brave, and said to take him off and not to put him back on. So we took him off and everyone came in to say goodbye, and then he got better. That's the way it goes! We were all glad)
That's enough for now I have to eat something and settle my stomach before I Face the Dentist. I like blogging. This has definitely made me feel better as far as the anxiety level.
posted by cherigrace | 7:27 AM
1 Comments:
I hope the dentist was not too bad. I hate the dentist too. We have to pay them to torture us - so wrong!
My job is so quiet and easy compared to y'all's. Programming is a great career.
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