Who knew I'd have so much fun!!!

So today was my 2nd day at the nursing home for clinical rotation. I HAD A BLAST!!! I never thought in a million years that I'd ever actually say I enjoyed myself while I was there, but I did.
The day started off kind of slow. I went to check on my assigned client for the day and she was a sleepy and not very responsive. We had met yesterday breify and I told her that I would be coming by today to work with her. As I went in I brought her, her breakfast tray and asked her if she needed any helo with anything and she said "no", kinda of sternly, but not offensive. So I let her eat breakfast in peace and let her get dressed. Well while I was waiting for her to get ready, I offered to help deliver breakfast trays to other rooms. Well I only got to deliver one tray. I went into a room and brought Mr. "D" his breakfast. He was awake, but not quite ready to get up. He didn't want his breakfast, he wanted to talk. So I stayed with him and talked with him for a while. He gave me the abridged version of his life and then asked me a bunch a question about myself and why I wanted to become a nurse. He seemed happy, but lonely. He said that he has no appetite and all they feed him in this place is "old people food", which made me chuckle. I slid him his bowl of raisin bran and said..."you can't go wrong with raisin bran, how is that old people food"? We laughed and he said he liked cereal alright, but he was not gonna eat thos gross eggs! I found him to be very enjoyable to talk with, I wished I had more time to talk with him. I hope he is there when I go back next week. I just made myself my 1st new friend for the day and it was only 8 am.
I checked back in my patient for the day and she was up and ready to go. I offered to make her bed and accepted graciously. After that was done, she had a question about how to use her cell phone and I helped her program the numbers in it that she needed. Then we were down to business. She wanted to know what the plan for today was. So I explained to her what I wanted to do with her and asked her if it was OK. She was totally cool with it all. I looked over her chart yesterday and just had some holes in some of my paperwork that I needed to get answered. She answered all of my questions with great detail and was very friendly. THen she let the whole class and my instructor come in and watch "me" do her vital signs and baseline assessment. As we were wrapping up the OT gal came in to take her to therapy.
We were just wrapping up with taking Blood pressure and she had all kinds of wonderful tips for us and explained everything is great detail about what we should and shouldn't do. She went over the skin assessment with us told us things we might have missed.
I went with her down to the PT/OT room and it was jammed packed!! I'd say most of the residents in the place were going in there for some sort of rehab. It was very cool. They made her lift weights, stand and rotate a hula hoop through her hands and then made her manipulate a bunch of silly putty to get all kind of "hidden" items out of it. The therpist was awesome and explained to me why she was having JC (my lady) do all of those things. JC was in this place because she had just had a left hip replacement about 10 days ago. She's 78. This is her 2nd hip replacement, she had the other one done about 8 years ago. While she was doing her exercised we chatted about her life and I asked her all kinds of questions. We talked about travel and all of the places we've been. She told me that if she was confident enough that she could get back in the boat, she wanted to go white water rafting again! I thought it was very cool.
She has made some friends in the home and I was chatting with them as well. I learned about their ages, why they were there and I even got to speak some German with one of them. By the time I left PT (JC was still working out), I had made myself 3 more friends that day.
After lunch, we basically focused on paperwork, which was fairly easy to complete. A couple of the other students didn't get a chance to perform a baseline assessment on their clients because they either refused, or they had other appointments for the day. My instructor thought that it was pretty important for the others to have an opportunity to do a baseline, so I went into the rooms of each of my new "friends" and asked them for permission to let another student do their baseline assessment. They happily agreed.
It was a great day, I almost wish I was going back tomorrow .

Things I should be doing...

I of course have a million different things I SHOULD be doing right now. Alas...I don't feel like it. I have a paper to write, laundry to do, an exam to study for, a house to clean, dishes to do, dinner to cook, grocery shopping to do, cats to feed and I am not accomplishing anything.
It feels like my life is a big blur as of late. I am dragging myself in 100 different directions and not really ending up anywhere. I am overwhelmed, yet enjoying the craziness of it all. I am proud of myself for being to handle everything that its thrown at me, but sad because I HAVE no life. LOL. I need some me time...some sleepy time and just some plain ol' time in general.
Only 9 more weeks until I can breathe...and then Christmaspalooza begins.

Sleepy head, spinning and hair did

So I started working a 2nd job and I've been doing it for a few weeks now. Its been great, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE waiting tables. The problem is sleeping....I am just hella tired! I can't seem to catch up. I am always running around in a million directions it seems and can't get ANYthing done. I need a good few solid days of quiet and a nice dark room to catch some well needed ZZZ's.

For the past few days I've been feeling off kilter. I feel all spinny and lightheaded almost. If I move my eyes too fast to look at something I feel like I am going to fall over. And if I am walking around, I can barely stay in a straight line...I think I have vertigo. I wish it would just go away.

Lastly...I gots my hair did last night. I eventually want to be able to get a pony tail that is all the same length when I pull it back, but til then. I had it stacked in the back and longer in the front...I'd say I've got a reverse mullet.

I've been tagged...

Here are the fours:
Jobs I've had:
1. Waitress @ a coney island
2. Assistant Manager @ a pizza joint
3. Escrow Officer @ a title company
4. Office manager @ a HVAC company

Movies I could watch over and over:
1. Stand by Me
2. The Sound of Music
3. Love Actually
4. Grease

TV Shows I watch:
1. Suvivor
2. America's Next Top Model
3. Weeds
4. Ugly Betty

Places I've lived:
1. Rochester Hills, MI
2. Seattle, WA
3. Munich, Germany
4. Oak Park, MI

Favorite Foods:
1. Pizza (with ham and pineapple)
2. Stir Fry
3. Cereal (golden grahams, cherrios, fruity pebbles, captain crunch,
4. Stove Top Stuffing

Colors:
1. Pink
2. Orange
3. Black
4. Gray

Places I'd love to be now:
1. Sleeping in my bed
2. On a tropical vacation
3. Scrapbooking
4. Spending some QT with hubby

Names I like, but would not use for my children:
1. Slade
2. Faith
3. Jezebel
4. Christian

Now I am tagging...
No one, cuz all my whores have been tagged already

HELP, HELP, I feel like Angelina

I hate when you go to the Dentist and they give you shots and you can't feel your face. I just got back from getting 2 fillings and I can't even feel my nostrils. When I smile only 1/2 of my face moves....I feel like a stroke patient. My lips feel like they are huge like Angelina's. Which in any other case, I wouldn't bother me to have nice sexy pout, but I couldn't even enjoy it.
I stopped by the drug store and got some soda and I can't even tell that I am drinking it...slurp slurp, as I check my shirt for dribbles. Tastes good, but I can't even tell. It reminds me of the day I had my wisdom teeth out. My mom asked me what I wanted to eat, since I was still numb and couldn't feel any pain. So what does my dumb ass pick? A bagel...I could have chewed off my lip and wouldn't have even know. Next time...I think soup would be a better option.
ACK...I hate the Dentist.

How is it all gonna end

So we were having a semi-discussion in chat yesterday about the world ending and it got me thinking. Thinking about what I really think is gonna happen. Here's my take:
I think that despite the common consensus, we are gonna be around to see it happen. If we don't, then we are likely to have fallen victim to some other type of "natural disaster", so that's why we aren't around to see it.
I am thoroughly convinced that depending on how long we live, we are all going to get some type of cancer. Sometimes, it might kills us, sometimes, it will just kick our asses.
I do believe that with the increasing amount of craziness in the world, something is going to happened to all of us. Like we'll burn up because its gets so darn hot. Or we'll turn into savages that fight over a piece of fruit. Or we'll all drown because the lands flood. Whatever it is, it freaks me out a little and gets me thinking. Should I start hoarding canned foods? Should I start hoarding bottled water? And if I do, why would I want to live anyway? If the world is ending, what is there to live for? So I can get battered by a hurricane or swept away by a flood. No wonder there are so many crazy's in the world. Maybe the right things to stock up on would be Prozac and alcohol.
The thought of it all makes me nervous about having kids? Do I really want to bring kids into this craziness? Can I make a difference in all of the wrongs we have done to make it seem better than it already is? Don't get me wrong, I REALLY want to have kids, but the thought of all of the world ending makes me afraid for them.

Listen to the rhythm

of the pouring rain...for like 4 days now. Our lawns are in some serious/desperate need of water, but this gloom is getting pretty depressing. I have no motivation...I just want to sleep. I hate driving in the rain, especially when its dark. I can't see for shit, my wiper blades are a total piece of crap. People drive like total tards when it rains. Man I am bitter today.
The good news is my fried crispy lawn, might actually turn green. The bad news is...then I'll have to mow.

So I had an bizarro interview yesterday afternoon. I am in a serious need of a waiting table job and I have been sending out my resume all over the place. So I saw a place listed on Craigslist this weekend and I sent my resume. I called yesterday to see if they had gotten it and the guy says maybe...can you come in for an interview. So I go (left work early too), I fill out an application. The guy looks at it, asks me if I have a job and I say yes. I am an office manager of a heating and cooling company. Well...ok he says, I'm really busy, if I don't call you by Thursday...call me back.
It was so weird. So what if I have another job, if I didn't need this one I wouldn't be applying...duh. It was just really random and weird. Not that I still wouldn't like to work there, because I really would. I think it would be great. So really, in a nutshell, my interview really wasn't an interview at all. I just filled out an application. I hope they call me.