Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Chickens in the OR

I worked in the operating room today (and by work I mean watched). ::wink:: It was friggin awesome! Never mind the fact that I looked like a bunny gone bad. When they say you have to suit up in a bunny suit, there not kidding. It was literally a white, puffy, one-piece suit that zipped up the front...and being that I am only 5'3" I looked like I had a serious load in my pants. Why do they say one-size-fits-all? Ahh. Well, I figured if this was the worst, it can't be that bad. Wrong. The face masks they give you branch off the nose, making it look like you've grown an obscure beak. am i a bunny? am i a duck? am i just in need of some therapy? Luckily Dr. McDreamy wasn’t there. Sigh.

Once in the OR, I quickly observed two things. Most surgeons have really hairy arms, and the scrub tech has an awesome job! Here I am working on my lil' four year degree and I envy the girl who gets to hand the doc his scalpel. And yes, they really do say ‘scalpel.’ It's great! So, basically this chick goes to school for one year, learns the names of the tools and how to count towels, and she gets to sit in on the best surgeries EVER!!!

Anyway, I did think about Dr McDreamy while I was there, since the first two cases we saw were neuro. I won’t go into detail about them but I will say this much—we saw a craniotomy, ventricular shunt replacement, and total thyroidectomy. Did I mention how much I love nursing? I will end the recount of a fabulous day on this note—right before we left the surgeons began talking about chickens. Chickens…of all things. Surgery and chickens. I think it’s a sign.

Monday, February 27, 2006

For a Rainy Day...

What are you waiting for?” Startled by the deep voice and the way it cut through my thoughts, I was flung back into the present where I realized that I was not only cold, but wet. Without lifting my eyes toward my inquirer, I contemplated the question. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, I hadn’t thought about it. All I knew was how important waiting was.

Did you hear me?” probed the same booming voice. Did he think I was deaf? He was standing close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from his body. I would have to be deaf not to hear him. I just didn’t know what to say.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I just um…I don’t know.” It was a lame response, but it was true.

You don’t know what you’re waiting for?” I sat without answering, without looking up. I had been sitting in the same position since dawn and wasn’t leaving until I figured out what I was waiting for and why it was so important. I woke up this way; with a sense of urgency that I had to come here and when I got here I realized I didn’t know why. So I sat; all day, in the same position, on the same bench. And now here I was, illuminated by the flickering street light with some guy standing over me and intruding upon my private thoughts.

Well, do you mind if I sit with you?” This time I looked up. I quickly assessed that while the man was twice my size and covered with tattoos, his demeanor was not at all threatening. In fact, his eyes were gentle and kind. Or maybe just tired, it was hard to tell. Anyway, I figured he had just as much right as anyone else to occupy the other side of the bench, so I nodded.

What’s your name?” he asked as he sat, a little too close for my liking. Clearly I was not going to be left to bask in the solitude of my own thoughts.

“Nicole.” I lied. It was the first thing that came to mind.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

{Beautiful Sunday} Pet Rendition

Pet Rendition
This is Zena...husband 'rescued' and brought her home (to my parent's home) before we were married...I should have known! She's cool, I guess. My favorite thing about her is her beautiful print.
This little dude is Sonnie. He is the latest addition to the Zoo. I have to say that his color is beautiful but he doesn't shut up until we cover his cage at night. I have a love/hate relationship with him....
This is Jake basking in the sun during one of our walks. I have to say, he is my favorite. He hangs by my side during hours of homework, takes me for walks and tries to join me in the bath from time to time. It's strange, I know.
Well, have another beautiful Sunday!!!

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Beautiful Sunday

Beautiful things.
It’s a beautiful thing when you fall asleep to the methodical sound of rain beating on the thirsty ground.
It’s a beautiful thing to wake up next to someone you love.
It’s a beautiful thing to share a smile with someone who could be drowning in life’s greatest sorrow.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch flowers grow and trees change colors; to breathe and to feel.
It’s a beautiful thing to laugh and to love and to live.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

If I could rule the world...

Remember the writing activities we used to do in elementary? I think they were intended to calm stundents after lunch recess more so then to spark our creative and unpolluted little minds. The bell would ring and we either lined up or slowly migrated to our classes and reluctantly took our seats, all the while continuing whatever remnants that we could of the games we played outside. Slowly, each child was directed toward the board, awaiting instruction, quietly reading the prompt written in clear, bold, dry-erase marker. "If I could rule the world for a day..."

If I could rule the world for a day... When we were eight we said things like, there would be no bed time and I could eat all the candy I wanted. Then we grew up. We don’t say the things we want to say because by the time we reach 18 we are taught to say more than what we want. We are taught to say what is politically correct and socially acceptable. In fact, we know exactly how we should respond and yet there remains a part of us all that wishes we could say the same silly things we did when we were eight. So now, I ask you (the eight year old you-the you without children, and bills, and responsibility) if I could rule the world for a day...

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Happy Valentine's to me, happy Valentine's to me, and so on... here's how my evening plays out. I'm sitting on my couch, watching my movie, and waiting for husband to come home, when in he walks with a huge box. It had a red ribbon on it and he walked in smiling. He said, "this could be for you...or it could be for me, from another girl." Ha! Low and behold, I got the box. Look what was in my box. Oh my gosh!!! I bought him movies and a piece of chocolate, geeezzz!!! Happy, happy Valentine's. I'm glad my husband loves me everyday, but what a bonus!!!

Without a post...

I couldn't very well let the day go by and not post...not when everyone else did. So here. I left this morning before husband woke up (5am) and might very well be in bed before he gets home from work. I know. I feel sort of sorry for me too. No worries, I plan on foregoing homework and spending the evening with the next best thing...Patrick Dempsey (Grey's Anatomy) and Sorbet on the couch with my dog. Good lord, I could write a book about it. Ha! Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

some random thoughts

There's a lot on my heart and nothing to write about. I feel the weight of the weightless world and wonder who is knocking at my door. My inquisitive mind is looking inward and probing at the issues seething just far enough below the surface to remain hidden and mystical. I maintain an unquenchable thirst that neither drink nor knowledge are able to fill. I am numb in my existence and feel the burden of another soul.