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  • Start of a Day

    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 for her lately.

    What I have done so far this morning is eat a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats, read today’s entry in My Utmost For His Highest, and browse the first 75 pages or so of Real Simple’s September issue. A good start, I think. Up next is a shower, and then I’ll consider whether I have time to make it to the dog park and back in time to get to Chick-fil-a before their breakfast menu closes. David loves the chicken biscuits for lunch and I promised I’d bring them to him.

  • Tokens of Affection

    In the past couple of weeks Cleo has started to do something really cute. Every time I leave for awhile (to work or if I’m gone in the evening), she will go upstairs and bring down one, two, or even three of my shoes. I find them in the places where she likes to rest: on her bed, on the couch, by the rug behind the couch, or under the computer table. She doesn’t chew the shoes; I think she either likes to have the smell of me nearby, or she’s trying to show me that she misses me. It’s adorable because she doesn’t even like going upstairs and will only go if I’m calling her up for the night. My dad has tried to catch her in the act of bringing the shoes down, but she is sneaky.

    Today my cleat was behind the couch:

    And my flip-flop was on her bed:

    I cannot imagine not owning a dog. Cleo definitely increases my quality of life!

  • Kisses

    kisses

    Cleo and I have been bonding lately. She’s so wonderful when she’s the only animal in the house!

  • On the Long Week, My Dog, and Medical Devices

    Ah, Friday. It’s a good day. Not as good as Saturday, or Sunday, but still good. And this has been a long week.  Not just with work, although that gives me very limited time to accomplish anything else. But with getting the bridesmaid dresses ordered (requiring two separate trips to the shop), a weekly indoor soccer game, dinner with a friend, and finally getting myself organized and settled in my parents’ house, I have had very little time to relax. David came by the house last night briefly, but that was the first time we’d seen each other since Sunday. So yeah, long week.

    It’s been kind of nice to be living with my parents again, although strange at times. Cleo seems to like it here for the most part, although she won’t go in the kitchen and I had to carry her up the stairs the first time. She gets so scared of new rooms and hallways. But since my room is upstairs, I had to get her used to it. She has slept with me almost every night since I got her, and it’s very comforting for me to have her there.

    The first night I carried her to my bed, and she didn’t move from it until morning. Then she was terrified to get down. The second night she came up the stairs with a lot of coaxing, but she trembled most of the night. The third night I felt too bad for her and let her stay downstairs on the couch. But I didn’t sleep well that night without her, and so I’ve started to make her come upstairs again. Last night I was so happy because she cuddled by my side with my arm slung over her the entire night.

    Work has been great this week. I think I am really starting to get the hang of it. I have been taking care of two patients almost entirely by myself, and I think I’m ready to move on to three because there has been a significant amount of downtime. I passed a milestone today in that I accessed my first port-a-cath successfully! This is a device that many oncology patients have inserted underneath their skin on the chest that enables us to give chemo, fluids, draw blood, etc. without having to find a vein every time. While the patients aren’t in the hospital or having treatment you can’t really see it. But in the hospital we access the port with a needle.

    I’m at home right now waiting for David to come pick me up. We’re going on a date, and I’ve been looking forward to it all week! It felt so weird to put on regular clothes just now. I haven’t worn anything but scrubs and athletic clothes since last Sunday.

    Happy weekend!

  • Early Monday

    I was woken up at 3:45 a.m. by the two 100+ pound dogs that I’m taking care of this week, Teak and Riley. They wanted to be fed, and there is no more sleeping when they want to be fed. So I got up and did just that, and then I stayed awake because my alarm was scheduled to go off at four. It’s only fifteen minutes, you may say, but when that fifteen minutes comes as early as it does it makes a big difference. So I was annoyed.

    But, as usual, I got to work and everything was great. Two cups of coffee and I didn’t feel the sleep I was missing until about 1 p.m. when we had an inservice. Today I was assigned a patient all to myself, and I think I did pretty well. Although I must admit, she was not demanding at all. I spent the majority of my time today with my mind wandering to wedding plans.

    On the way home I stopped at the grocery store, and I was strolling the aisles in my own little world. The song “Jack and Diane” was playing on the loudspeaker, and I was singing along to myself. As I rounded a corner and looked up, there was an older woman coming towards me, an employee, and at that moment we were both audibly singing, “Oh yeah, life goes on…” when our eyes locked. We could have been embarrassed, but instead we just smiled and walked on.