Why do I even have a blog? It's not like I post regularly...or at all. But I'm sitting here tonight, listening to the neighborhood fireworks, feeling a little isolated.
Hubby is off backpacking in the mountains of New Mexico. I'm sitting here in a very warm house, because we've just started week #3 without air conditioning. Hopefully that will be fixed this week, because it's wearing me down. My husband will be upset to find out that we still don't have A/C...he needs to remember that it is not my fault.
And my dear little 77-year old mother had a TIA early Friday morning. TIA=transient ischemic attack. Think "mini-stroke", because you have the same symptoms, but they are only temporary. The nursing home called 911 on Friday morning because they though she was having a stroke--unresponsive, not talking, right-sided facial droop. The ambulance took her to Denton Regional Hospital. She had an MRI done. She was admitted to the hospital, and got a room about 1430 Friday afternoon. Discharged late Saturday afternoon. She's back at her nursing home and seems to be fine. She's back to her baseline--oriented to self and sometimes to place; lousy short-term memory; sleeps most of the time. Her blood pressure was quite high--200s/100s at one point. Anyway, I got out to the hospital about 1030 on Friday, and stayed with her through the night. I worked my usual 7p-7a shift on Thursday night. I was up for 38 hours before I got to sleep, and I'm still feeling it.
That's probably enough venting for right now. Have to work Monday and Tuesday nights, then I'm off on Wednesday and Thursday. Hubby's birthday is Wednesday, so I need to come up with a cake--if the A/C is still out, I'm not baking. It's too damn hot. It's too hot to do much of anything. Can't knit--too hot! I need to find a place (air-conditioned!) to hang out tomorrow. Library will probably be closed. Maybe Jupiter House or Starbucks?
Later.
7.04.2010
3.16.2009
Reminiscing...
To blog or not to blog, that is the question. And I evidently have not come up with the answer yet...
Just found out that one of my running buddies from waaaaay back in 1975 died suddenly last summer. He was approx. 1 year younger than me--I'm 54. It brought me up short.
What, me old? I don't like seeing myself in the mirror--the old lady I see reflected there can't be me! I still think of myself as being much younger. However, even though I'm still pretty spry and still move pretty fast, I do have to move out of the way of the young docs on the stairs at Parkland every day. I always say "I used to be that fast..." Now granny has to worry about breaking a hip. Or dropping dead.
I had not seen this friend since 1975. I will always remember him as he was then: young, handsome, super-cool, fun. I love what one of his friends said on Classmates--"he lived a colorful life which included his faith in Jesus Christ". I love that we had that in common--that as we grew up, we found what we needed in Jesus. So I know that I'll see my friend again one day. And that brings some joy to my heart.
So let's reminisce a little. Let's go back to the mid-70s. Dark Side of the Moon! Bell-bottoms and shag haircuts--the first time around. Being a teenager in a small Texas town, which most of time meant that we were not where we were supposed to be and not doing what we were supposed to be doing. Cruising around town. Stopping to watch the boys playing basketball on the 1st Baptist parking lot. Flirting with the servicemen (Army town!) at the Sonic. Driving out to the Indian Creek cemetery to see the mysterious red lights. Driving the back roads and getting stoned. Under-aged drinking. Beating the drunk boys at air hockey out at the Blade & Wing. Carmen's Friendly Tavern!! Driving very cool cars--Firebirds, Camaros, Valiants, Cougars, Chargers, et al. Going to Ft Worth on a Saturday and shopping at John's Jeans and eating at Kip's. In all honesty, good times!
Hubby's heading for bed now. I worked last night and need more sleep, so I'm going too. Later...
Just found out that one of my running buddies from waaaaay back in 1975 died suddenly last summer. He was approx. 1 year younger than me--I'm 54. It brought me up short.
What, me old? I don't like seeing myself in the mirror--the old lady I see reflected there can't be me! I still think of myself as being much younger. However, even though I'm still pretty spry and still move pretty fast, I do have to move out of the way of the young docs on the stairs at Parkland every day. I always say "I used to be that fast..." Now granny has to worry about breaking a hip. Or dropping dead.
I had not seen this friend since 1975. I will always remember him as he was then: young, handsome, super-cool, fun. I love what one of his friends said on Classmates--"he lived a colorful life which included his faith in Jesus Christ". I love that we had that in common--that as we grew up, we found what we needed in Jesus. So I know that I'll see my friend again one day. And that brings some joy to my heart.
So let's reminisce a little. Let's go back to the mid-70s. Dark Side of the Moon! Bell-bottoms and shag haircuts--the first time around. Being a teenager in a small Texas town, which most of time meant that we were not where we were supposed to be and not doing what we were supposed to be doing. Cruising around town. Stopping to watch the boys playing basketball on the 1st Baptist parking lot. Flirting with the servicemen (Army town!) at the Sonic. Driving out to the Indian Creek cemetery to see the mysterious red lights. Driving the back roads and getting stoned. Under-aged drinking. Beating the drunk boys at air hockey out at the Blade & Wing. Carmen's Friendly Tavern!! Driving very cool cars--Firebirds, Camaros, Valiants, Cougars, Chargers, et al. Going to Ft Worth on a Saturday and shopping at John's Jeans and eating at Kip's. In all honesty, good times!
Hubby's heading for bed now. I worked last night and need more sleep, so I'm going too. Later...
1.26.2009
Hello...how's it going?
Hello...I'm Jana. Nice to meet you.
Just a little about me: Female, 54 y/o, married for 3 years. 1 daughter. 3 stepsons. 2 cats/1 dog. Live in Denton, work in Dallas. RN for 2 years, working usually 7p-7a at a large hospital in the D/FW area. GYN/Oncology. Music, books, old movies, food & cooking, crochet/knitting. Political independent, somewhere in the middle of the road these days.
So what am I doing here? Well, everybody else is doing it. Maybe I have something to say--then again, maybe not.
Anyway, I was just called off my shift--instead of starting work at 7 pm, I'll start at 11 pm. We'll see if I actually do go in to work tonight. Here in North Texas, we are awaiting our first ice storm of the winter. Yes, it does get cold enough to freeze down here! And we usually get at least one good winter storm every year. Ice storms suck, though. I can usually drive on snow. But I absolutely hate even the thought of doing my 45-mile one-way commute on the ice.
I've packed a little bag with a change of undies and my toiletries. I'll take an extra uniform. I'll pack some extra food. Why go to this trouble? Because there is no guarantee that I'll be able to drive home in the morning, and I'm scheduled to work tomorrow night. Our patient load is low, so there will be a bed to crash in. And a shower. I'm just hoping that the weather holds and that it doesn't get icy before I have to leave here around 9:30 pm tonight. The weather forecast is bad enough for me to worry--can't afford to miss 2 shifts. We are broke, which is a subject for another post.
Temperature hovering at 37F. A little damp outside. I guess we'll see. Earlier today, NOAA said that the temps on Tuesday wouldn't get out of the 20s. Now they're saying 32. It's all a crap shoot, isn't it?
Just a little about me: Female, 54 y/o, married for 3 years. 1 daughter. 3 stepsons. 2 cats/1 dog. Live in Denton, work in Dallas. RN for 2 years, working usually 7p-7a at a large hospital in the D/FW area. GYN/Oncology. Music, books, old movies, food & cooking, crochet/knitting. Political independent, somewhere in the middle of the road these days.
So what am I doing here? Well, everybody else is doing it. Maybe I have something to say--then again, maybe not.
Anyway, I was just called off my shift--instead of starting work at 7 pm, I'll start at 11 pm. We'll see if I actually do go in to work tonight. Here in North Texas, we are awaiting our first ice storm of the winter. Yes, it does get cold enough to freeze down here! And we usually get at least one good winter storm every year. Ice storms suck, though. I can usually drive on snow. But I absolutely hate even the thought of doing my 45-mile one-way commute on the ice.
I've packed a little bag with a change of undies and my toiletries. I'll take an extra uniform. I'll pack some extra food. Why go to this trouble? Because there is no guarantee that I'll be able to drive home in the morning, and I'm scheduled to work tomorrow night. Our patient load is low, so there will be a bed to crash in. And a shower. I'm just hoping that the weather holds and that it doesn't get icy before I have to leave here around 9:30 pm tonight. The weather forecast is bad enough for me to worry--can't afford to miss 2 shifts. We are broke, which is a subject for another post.
Temperature hovering at 37F. A little damp outside. I guess we'll see. Earlier today, NOAA said that the temps on Tuesday wouldn't get out of the 20s. Now they're saying 32. It's all a crap shoot, isn't it?
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