Dream a little dream

Last night I had an amazing dream...yet it was like a fast forwarded version of my childhood. It was the best dream I have ever had. There were so many little details and things that I had long since forgotten that were SO real in my dream, that when I woke up, I questioned if they really had happened to me in real life? Unfortunately, my memory is horrible and I am not sure if all I saw in the dream had happened. Either way the dream was pleasant and happy. It was like I saw my childhood from the time I was 10 to 14. I wish I could remember more of it...sadly that's the bad thing about dreams, I rarely remember much of them

Snap, Crackle, Pop

Well my back is finally on the mend, thanks to the Chiropracter. I was a little bit skeptic at first, but I am feeling much better. I am not 100%, but I am getting there. I like the Popping sound that my back and neck make at the Chiropracter office. I get a little tense when he wants to do my neck, but when I relax I am able to get good results.

On Bedrest :(

So I woke up on Monday morning at 6 am to let the dog out and my back was a little sore. No big deal, I had been pulling weeds and digging up some dead bushes in Dave's front yard. I went back to bed and when I got up again around 11-ish, I could barely move. I was going to let the dog out, but I stopped to pick up a few things off of the floor and wham...i couldn't move without excruating pain in my lower back. So there I was stuck on the floor, with a giddy puppy, sitting on a pile of dirty clothes, crying. I was miserable. I managed to scoot my bottom across the floor and into the hallway. Stewie (my puppy) wandered into Steve's room (my Boyfriends roommate) and got him up. So there was on the floor crying in agony and Steve offered to help me. All i asked of him was to let the dog out. He called Stewie to follow him down the stairs, he'd take a few steps and come right back to his momma, he wasn't gonna leave me. How fricking cute is THAT. Dogs are SO loyal it amazes me. Steve finally had to pick him up to take him outside. While he was outside I managed to get my self into the bathroom, which was not a minute to soon I might add.
I texted Dave and he came home to help me. He gave me Motrin 800 and Flexeral and fixed me some peanut butter toast, so I didn't get an upset tummy from the meds. He piled all of the pillows up on my side of the bed so i could be comfy, brought me some soda and told me to call him or Steve if I needed anything. I slept most of the day...to try and aignore my aching back. I called into work, because I couldn't move, going to the bathroom was a major event. I managed to work my way downstairs for dinner and was back into bed for the night. He grabbed a bunch of stuff from my house for me and was SO accomodating. My man is da BOMB! He has been the best.
I went to urgent care today and they were pretty helpful. I think the shot of solumedrol and the shot of toradol in each hip was the key. I can now stand up like a human being! It was awful sitting in the car to get to the Dr., but it was worth it. Unfortunately, i had to call off work again. I HATE doing that, because I know that it screws other people over, plus I love my job.
I should be ready to go back to work tonight...i can't stand lying here in bed.
It is truly a blessing to find such an awesome guy who can/will take care of me when I am under the weather, it truly shows how awesome he is, I am SO lucky.

The follow through

I am so excited and proud of myself.
Last year, when I got my 1st nursing job at the nuring home, I said to myself and many other's around me, "I'm going to work here for a year and then get a job in the hospital". Well I did it!
I was hired a few weeks ago at Huron Valley Sinai. I start on Monday. It is so exciting and rewarding on following through on my dreams!

Healthcare...?

I have often wondered and have become increasing perplexed by the number of Healthcare professionals that smoke.
My workplace is a huge example and it makes me worry/giggle at the same time. I have never smoked, so maybe that is why I just don't get it. But as healthcare professionals and knowing even more so the dangers of smoking 1st hand, why do they do it?
I think it's just for the 15 minute break, which is also sad in its own right!

On the road to nowhere

I just had 5 days off and it was wonderful.
It was so nice to not have any plans and just pick up and go where the wind blows. My 5 days started off with a canoe/camping trip which was fun like always. I love spending time with my family and friends. No major injuries down the river either. Dave managed to not steer me into too many tree branches or cause me any injuries, which is always a plus.
The weekend was quite interesting. My grandpa was talking marriage for me and Dave, which cracks me up. Its pretty cool to see how much more supportive my family is of this newer relationship than they were in the past. I guess it shows that we are great together. Its so nice to finally have a relationship in which we BOTH adore one another and not just one way around. I do adore him...terribly, more than I think he knows.
After the canoe trip, we had 2 days to do whatever we wanted...so we went exploring. We went to Marshall, michigan and saw all of the older homes. It would be awesome to live there someday. Its so nice to see some history.
We stayed in a jacuzzi hotel room that night and relaxed. The jacuzzi was a nice relief for all of the bug bites I acquired this weekend. We hadn't planned anything for tuesday and Dave decided that I our vacation wasn't over. We headed up to Frankenmuth and Birch Run for some outlet shopping and dinner. I was so tired from the day that i slept all of the way home in the car. It was a fabulous 5 days off!

The great Tattoo debate

Called me old fashioned, but I am not excited about tattoo's. Yes I do have a tiny little one on my back and yes, I am contemplated getting another one, but I think they are getting out of control. I am getting SO tired of people crying about being accepted in society no matter what. Social stigma's exist everywhere around us and its gonna happen.
I have this great tattoo debate with one of my friends on a regular basis everytime I see him. He's in nursing school and REALLY wants to work in pediatrics when he's done. While we were on vacation together he got his first tattoo on his wrist, which I wasn't to keen on. I was much more worried about what it might do to this chances to do what he loves in the future. The next one he got was on his forearm, a huge faux pax if you ask me.
This where the old fashioned part of me comes out and I sound like an old lady, but first of all, as a mother, I wouldn't feel comfortable having a 6 foot, male nurse taking care of my kid. Secondly, especially not one covered in tattoo's. I don't care if he was totally awesome at his job, I'd be turned off by appearance. I know, its sad that I feel this way, but I am sure I am not alone on this one. I just wish people would stop and reconsider what affects having all kinds of visible tat's might have on them.
Enough rants for today.