For The Glory Of Love, and Paying It Forward

Y'all will never guess what I received in the mail today.

THIS!

As if all that wasn't cool enough, apparently I'll be receiving a nursing magazine in the mail sometime soon! Emily, this was such a creative way to Pay It Forward, and I am amazed at the thoughtfulness that went into it! Thank you!



I don't know that she planned for me to receive the package on a Monday or not (though I am highly suspicious), but it was a wonderful way to start off my week.

So obviously, I drove in morning traffic to some rockin 80's tunes. And Air Supply. I also realized that I didn't know the right words to a whole lot of songs back in the day. My bad. I would also appreciate a little clarification on how "loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream. Red, gold, and green. " - Boy George


What?

I spent way too much time pondering that one, so I continued on with the play list and let Peter Cetera make all things right. I wanted to stop the car, get out and wax on. wax off. But I was on I35, and I had an appointment with my professor to do a check-off on administering parenteral drugs. Priorities people.



I will stand like a crane on my rockery later, thank you very much. And possibly build a dojo.

No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service

(I have been documenting some of my finer points in nursing school and just haven't published yet. Here is one I'd love to share that was originally written on 9/10/08. Enjoy.)

Today was the first morning that the boys had Julie come to pick them up and drop them off at daycare for me. I have to be at clinical at 6:45, the daycare doesn't open until 7:00, and Sebastian leaves between 6:15-6:30 in the morning- so you see my dilemma.

Julie is my solution to that (more on her later)


It was a rough transition, because the boys were leaving with someone other than their mother before the sun was up, and then they got to watch me drive away. I would have felt more pangs of guilt tug at my heart, but my heart was already racing and probably couldn't take much more - because I was running late to get to clinical.



I drove up, parked, and raced my way to the hospital entrance. And then I looked down. And saw that I was wearing sandals.

Sandals! To work in a hospital.


I did that pivot back and forth thing that you do when you don't know if you should continue on, or track back. I continued on and explained to my professor that I was there. And that my shoes weren't.



She was very understanding and it wasn't that big of a deal. Except for the fact that some of the girls were teasing me about how some day in semester 4 someone would bring up how Becky showed up to 1st clinical in sandals. Ha.Ha.



Lucky for me, my best friend lives in the neighborhood just behind the hospital (and is actually a nurse there). I made the emergency phone call to her. I explained that I had shown up to clinical in sandals.



Y'all want to know what the first words out of my BEST FRIEND'S mouth were???



Girl, are you wearing your Chanel's???



I love her.

(per request, the sandals worn will be posted. when I find time to charge the camera)

And in other news

I am suspicious that a fellow blogging friend is pregnant. PREGNANT y'all.

Ain't nothing going to bring someone out of the woodwork more quickly than finding out when someone special to you is pregnant. And she is special. I peek at her life almost daily. I love this blogging world that introduces you to people you never would have met, but somehow can't imagine your life without.

So, please. Please, please Lydia. Spill the beans. You have surfaced a post from me when I have an exam on Monday.

and F.Y.I., y'all. I got an A on the first one. I'm just saying. (bragging)

Show Must Go On

I know I've been gone for oh, so long. Oh. So. Long. But I have made it through my 1st two weeks in nursing school and I'm still kicking. Here's what's been going on around here...

• I convinced my two GREAT friends in the nursing program to choose to have their clinicals at Round Rock Medical Center because,

1. it's close to my home.

2. my best friend works there

3. I don't think I need more reason than those already supplied.

they were persuaded by my adamant statements that they "wouldn't regret it". let's just all cross our fingers on this one...and hope they don't read this post.

• my computer flat-lined. It didn't die, because the monitor had power and the tower had power. They just didn't seem to connect. The first thing I thought of in my computer savvy little brain was to check the cable because

a. a cable is less expensive than a computer or a monitor

b. that's really all I had to go on since I don't fix computers for a living. My troubleshooting skills are quite elementary.

It wasn't the cable.

So after much soul searching (and a coincidental previous experience in this department) I thought, video card. But, the thought of shelling out 60-70 dollars for that just upset me. So I let my computer sit for weeks (it seemed like) without being able to use it.

Tonight, I heard that lovely little windows jingle song play. For some reason, my computer is back.

It could be prayer, because make no mistake- there were two or more gathered doing just that when I realized that my FIRST semester of nursing school that I happened to be taking ON LINE was being BOTCHED by the timely death of my computer.

All I know is that I am appreciating the return of internet access. and blogging.

• I have my first exam tomorrow morning. Do you see that I should be freaking out about that and not blogging? Of course you do. Is there any sense in my typing right this instant? Probably. unless you consider a little "fix" on my computer withdrawal a bad thing. I'm just saying.
• Now, I'm beginning to start the freak out process that anyone who knows me and my study habits is all too familiar with. So, I should probably go.

not to study, mind you. to freak out. ;-)

• I ALMOST forgot! The boys love the instructional child care. L-O-V-E. I haven't had any problems. The first week, Homer and Gabriel would cry when I left them. that would stop by the time I walked the three feet to Sebi's room to drop him off (just right across the hall). The next week, it was just Gabriel. And by the 3rd week, Gabriel is the one waving and blowing me kisses when I leave :o didn't expect this to be so easy.
• and they weaned Gabriel off of the pacifier on day 2. I haven't had an issue with it since. my eyebrows are raised and I'm left wondering when potty training will be hit hard...