I hope you step on a Lego.

I discovered this picture on a site called Pinterest. I just love that site. And this week, I totally love this pic. I've felt like saying this phrase this week. Only if I could! One of the cool things  I love about blogging, I can say anything I want, within reason. So...let me tell you about my week. One of things I love about my profession of nursing, I know that I make a difference to someone everyday. It really is rewarding. However. I felt like on Monday I was pushed under the bus, so to speak. My charge rn that night, who was filling in for a sick coworker..she makes the assignments in blocks. And, she knew the first thing coming on shift..first we had no rooms availabe. Well, we are under construction..and we were full! That just doesn't happen for a monday. Weird. I don't think it was a full moon? Oh well. So she had direction that the two NICU mom's should be moved to another floor, to anticipate the mom's that were currently laboring...so we would have rooms. So when she made the assignment, guess who had the two fresh c/s mom's that needed to be transferred? Me. I actually had 3 fresh surgeries. So, through the course of the night..I had to make four phone calls to different doctors, call the floor and make arrangements to move these people and not to mention...making sure all my patient's are happy and well. I just ran, ran ran...what's the phrase? Keep Calm and Carry On. That was my mantra for this evening. There was nothing I could do...I just went along with whatever came my way. 

I had heard from one of my coworkers, who is Korean...This is the worst day ever! And it felt that way at first for me. I was thinking...this is not fair. But who am I to speak up? I really wish I could get nasty and stand up sometimes. Sometimes I have done it, with repercussions. But I didn't want to get in trouble of course, and I was only halfway done with my shift. I got both of the NICU mothers transferred before midnight..and when I got back, having gotten rid of two patients..that made it convienent for me of course to pick up a brand new c-section right? The charge's response was oh...I'm sorry, but I have a section too. And I just looked at her and with a question in my voice said REALLY? But again what could I do? I was just praying I could get through this night..and I had a funeral to attend that morning. When I got the assignment..the patient was already in the room, and the labor and delivery nurse, see's the look on my face and says "What?" I had her for two hours. And i'm thinking, you could AT LEAST gave me fifteen minutes to compose myself. I thought this was pure utterly just CRAP!!

There is a silver lining to this story. The patient's that I had were so understanding, and I heard about their problems with dayshift, and I tried to listen and understand. I was just fine with them. I turned a bad situation or horrible situation and I tried to make it as positive as I could. I got compliments that night. And it made me feel like I did make a difference. On a day, where so many things were thrown my way, things that weren't fair in my eyes and I was able to have an ok day. At the end of this day, the other two nurses, who never got a new admit or have nearly the problems that I did. Gave their happy report and skipped out. Meanwhile once they left....I said OK. This is what really happened. Everyone could see that it was so completly unfair.

But as I reviewed this week, I've realised within myself that I AM a good nurse. I CAN handle what is thrown my way. I don't always believe in karma, but the nurses that happpily skipped out of there..had some problems the following days...it wasn't all sunshine. This is a reminder to me :  You Can Do Anything!! You took a impossibly bad situation, and turned it around. Rejoice and Be Proud!! :)

That is all. As for the title of this post...well that goes out to my charge.  ;)

Sunday

You know, I feel kinda bad that I didn't take more pictures...especially of some of my favorite Utahans..but alas, it is what it is. I visited with Cher and Brooke for about an hour while I donated blood, which I am proud to say I donated in less than five minutes..one pint! Needless to say I was a little dizzy. Saturday was pretty much IKEA day. It is like going through Disneyland, minus the rides. :)  I am now numbered among the lucky people that have had their IKEA experience, it was fun!

Sunday is the sabath..and I decided to attend a taping of this program

I love listening to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

Woohoo...made it inside!!! :)

And now, I share with you some of the word

"We can’t travel very far on life’s highways without encountering detours. In fact, we should expect them. We will enjoy the journey of life so much more when we are willing to change.

Being stubborn and inflexible can damage relationships, limit our prospects, and stifle growth and development. Of course, some things are nonnegotiable. In matters of character, integrity, kindness, and compassion, we should be fixed and steadfast. But in the details of our goals, ambitions, and plans, we must be flexible. "- Music and the Spoken Word

Some words that I needed to hear.

Next it was time to see attend this little guy's blessing...

 Is that not the cutest family? And the blessing outfit is Adam's!

                                                 All dressed up...and no place to go.  :)

                                              I just love holding new babies!

It was a whirlwind trip. I did some service, saw some friends...and had some great conversations that helped me to realise to let things go.  I have some great friends. Thanks for helping me to realize my potential. Until we meet again!

She let herself go...

I did a first I think. I'm on my first trip by myself! To visit friends and to just get away from everything and just relax by myself. I think it is very needed. To Salt Lake I went. To see some old friends, to partake in the blessings of attending the temple and just to be in one of  my favorite places. Some would think it would be lonely to travel on your own...sometimes I would agree. But sometimes you need time by yourself to think and reflect.  So with that in mind....

What does one do in Salt Lake City?

        You get to hang in Temple Square...

                    Another with water....

 And a reflection in water...I like this alot.

                Taking time to notice flowers.... :)

                                          Conference Center...I parked in the monstrosity of a parking garage!


I got to spend time with Adam and Stephanie...and I got to go to the temple.  I love going, I feel so peaceful. I can let my problems go and its ok. After we went here for lunch...

   Lion House Pantry, and yes it is in a real house!

 I was sooo excited!! I got to go inside the headquarters, but not too far.

Afterwards, I went to a blood drive, for a very cute little boy...and got to see some friends that I haven't seen in AGES. I'm so glad that I was able to help donate...the phlebotomist was a former paramedic and he was right on. I'm so glad, cuz i'm a challenge. After I visited, donated...got a bit dizzy, regretted not taking pictures....after all that I was given a coupon for a Utah treat...

           It was really good, loved the lemonade. Now I know what i've been missing.
             Next I returned to my room and finished my book which was fantastic.  :)

Next day is Saturday....IKEA day!!! :)

IKEA is an experience. I had no idea what I was in for. I've heard about this place forever. Its a humongous home furnishing store, with a few extra goodies. IKEA is from Sweden. There were so many great ideas for different rooms in your house. And for the big items, you get a ticket and at the end pick it up. That kind of reminded me of Service Merchandise. The differenence is its alot more affordable because you are assembling alot of the furniture yourself. They had this ridiculous freight elevator so several carts can fit to go upstairs. And upstairs was a cafeteria of all things. We ate lunch there, and the swedish meatballs and lingonberry juice was incredible...and lastly, my treasure I found at IKEA....

 A wok for  $5 ?!! You know i'm proud...they had a kitchen gadget section my mom would have loved.

                                  Sunday morning I went to a taping of Music and the Spoken Word.

                                                          Me and Alvin. I love his suit.

I love this picture....

I think this would be my Dad's words for me...my Mom's too.

What I Want For You:  A boy who would move the hair away from your eyes. Hold your hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous.  Someone who would sing to you at random moments. A boy who would get mad at someone if they called you ugly or was mean to you.  Someone who would let you gossip to him and would just smile and agree with everything you said.  He would throw stuffed animals at you when you acted dumb and then kiss you a million times.  He would take you to the park and put his hands around your waist and give you a big bear hug.   He would tell all his friends about you and smile when he did it. You'd argue about silly things and then make up. Someone who would tell you you're beautiful but not too often.  Who would make you laugh like no one else could. But mostly, I want someone who would be you best friend and would never break your heart .

Don't you just love this?

Just for Fun...

 

Truths For Mature Humans

1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.
13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this – ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? **** it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
20. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
21. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
25. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
29. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.
31. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my *** everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!

A Visiting Teaching Tale

Last night, went to the Relief Society  Broadcast and witnessed a miracle. I arrived about 10 minutes late to find Sister O. at the door, who tells me we have a problem. I say "bill didn't get paid". She said she wished it was that simple, the cable to the chapels satellite feed had been cut. They receive the broadcast by satellite transmission. So the sisters were inside praying for a miracle. I found my seat, and we started singing hymns, then, a bishop from another ward just happened to stop by. No one had called him, and he was going to go to the chapel with his laptop to tap into the internet at the church. They had hooked up his laptop to the projector, so that we could see this broadcast. We were meant to see it. I loved President Uchtdorf's talk of the Forget Me Nots.  He reminded me that Lord is mindful of each and everyone of us. Married or single, young or old. After, we had a lovely dinner prepared by the Relief Society, I got to sit with my friends from the Willow Springs Ward. Fun to visit with them. Then, I made a plate to go visit a sister that I hadn't got the chance to meet yet. Since my blog is public, the only thing I will say is that she shares the same last name as mine. I went to see RaNae my VT companion, to retrieve the book I need to pass around. A Heart Like His. Anyway, we visited for a little bit and she offered to come with me to visit the sister...Here's how it comes, its funny.

*knock knock*

Who I thought was our visitee: "Who's there?"

Me and RaNae, who has been here a few times:  "Its us!"

Lady behind door:  "Who's Us?"

Me  :   "Your cousin!"

The lady opens the door and much to my surprise, out comes a Filipino lady...who is clearly not Donna, LOL.  I burst out laughing.  Dona told me three houses from the corner, but it was wrong. So we met the neighbor first. I was laughing so much. I might be the poster child for how not to do Visting Teaching, but we do have fun!

"Sisters, wherever you are, whatever the circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you, with an infinite love."        ~ President Dieter F. Uchtdorf

                                   Forget Me Not.

The Spirit of Quilting

I have always been fascinated by quilting. As a teen I had made my first tie quilt with my grandmother and I still have to this day. I think quilts tell a story. My story about my second quilt takes place a few years ago. You see, my Dad had passed away when I was 19 yrs old. I was living at home when he died, having only completed my first semester of college. When he had passed away it took a long time to go through his things. One thing a cousin had told me was when her mother had died she had wished she hadn't gotten rid of her clothes so soon. She regretted it. With that it mind, I saved two bags of my dads clothes and put them away in the closet.  Meanwhile life went on, I went into the healthcare profession, made new friends and continued to think about my dad's clothes. I had made friends at the Institute, and one of my friend's moms was an amazing sewer, she just loved to quilt. I remember thumbing through one of the quilting mags and out popped the idIea for me!  I had alot of these plaid shirts my dad wore to work everyday, my mom had bought him every christmas ,he didn't like them :)  And thats the running joke in my family. But those were the shirts that I had saved, and thought would be easier to sew with.

 I had the article tucked away for future keeping. A couple of yrs later, I started this project, with another friend that is an amazing person. She just had a love for making things. Not that me or my mom didn't, but the crafty, homemaking, seamstress extordinarre was not a gift bestowed to me..I'm working little by little. We had a picture collage that hung in the family room that my dad had made, and it broke several years ago. He cut pictures into all kinds of funky shapes and stuck it in the big frame. It looked nice, but when the frame had broke, an idea had been planted. I worked with my friend Joyce on this memorial quilt. Now, more times than I can remember we just had fun and chit chatted. It was so fun to get to know her. But again life happened, her kids were getting married, and I had just got into nursing school. So a project that shouldn't have taken so long was taking I think 2-3 yrs...we weren't on a schedule. She gave me this really neat idea of taking photos and scanning it to the computer, and then printing the pictures on fabric that goes in the printer. What a crazy concept? But, as I started to cut my Dad's shirts into squares, and assemble the pictures, I was so excited to see the finished product. We used a background of blue, because this was a gift to my mom to hang in her home...but little did I know.

The inside are the pictures printed on the fabric, interspersed with denim. Then the outer squares are my dad's work shirts with the white. What ended up happening was we had gotten the squares sewn together, then my mom had gotten sick, and later passed away. My wonderful friend Joyce, helped me to finally finish this. Sadly my mom never got to see my finished product, but it was displayed at her funeral. As I had said earlier, it was a gift. But you know,it was very comforting to me to have this displayed in my home. A quilt is there to give you physical comfort, something that you can curl up in perhaps. But this spiritually comforted me in the months and years following my mothers passing. Its a memorial to my family and I love that. That is the spirit of quilting.