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Happy Birthday Cleo!

September 2, 2008

Today is Cleo’s adoption day, the day that will forever after be known as her birthday. When I got her one year ago, they told me she was about two years old. So today, Cleo turns three! Here she is before we named her, when she was known as “Baby.” We knew that would have to go. We chose her because out of all the dogs at the pound, she was the only one that wasn’t barking. Little did I know that one year later, barking would be her major flaw. When we first brought her home, she was so scared she wouldn’t eat. When she finally did, I was so excited that I captured the moment. I didn’t care…
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Not A New Subject Yet

August 27, 2008

I was really wanting to talk to you about something other than my job and my wedding today. But, not yet. I have been taking care of patients completely on my own for about a week and a half now. One patient I have been the primary nurse for since about a month ago. I have built a strong relationship with her sister (she herself does not speak due to a stroke). Last Friday through Monday I took care of three patients, all of whom I knew and had taken care of before. Today, after one day off, I arrived at work and the first thing I noticed was that my patient for the past month wasn’t on the floor…
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Start of a Day

August 26, 2008

My first wedding disaster dream: It was the day of my wedding and I had left the flowers and centerpieces up to my mom to figure out. I arrived to find that the flowers were hot pink and the centerpieces were doll figurines. Sorry to anyone who hates reading about other people’s dreams, but I felt it was a duty to myself to chronicle that one. I love my day off during the week. Today I plan to have lunch with David at his work, buy my brother a birthday gift, and shop for bridesmaid shoes and other things. I’m also thinking about taking Cleo to the dog park. Thinking about it. Poor girl, I haven’t had as much time…
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I Love My Job…I Love My Job…I Love My Job…

August 23, 2008

Even when I have to wake up at 4:30 a.m. on Saturday morning to go. Even when I have to clean poop out of an opening it shouldn’t be coming from. Even when the hospital shuts the water off on our floor without telling us, so that everyone goes to the bathroom and is unable to flush for hours and hours, and the rooms and hallways start to smell. Even when one of my patients spits up phlegm every five minutes into a cup that he leaves sitting at his bedside, and I have an attack of dry heaves in the bathroom just thinking about it. Even when another patient vomits all over himself and the floor. It’s worth it…
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Hmm

August 20, 2008

Today as I was exiting the bus I looked at the bus driver and had the thought, “I wouldn’t want to have a job like that where all these people’s lives are in my hands. If she messed up we could all die.” Then I remembered what I do for a living.