Saturday, February 27, 2010

So far so good

Hey, ambulance drivers can be good-looking. Don't laugh at her female tendencies. I would love to meet this child.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

reporting off

I am beginning to realize that no matter what kind of day you have had on a hospital floor, when it is time for the shift change.... everything happens. Room 222, who hasn't pooped since his third birthday, suddenly develops explosive diarrhea. Someone's heart stops beating (how dare they?). Maintenance cannot figure out how to make the fire alarms go off so the big, swinging doors keep opening and shutting automatically while we have to go around and shut all patient doors. After shutting said doors, Ms. 289 beings to shriek, "OPEN MY DOOR! OPEN MY DOOR!" So, very professionally we explain to her that no, we can't open her door. Ring ring. This is Amy. Oh, he just yanked his IV from his arm? ... and he wants his IV pain medicine? Of course.

Five minutes before reporting off:
"Hey Mrs. Hoffleman (please know I made that up), what's up?"
"I need you to change my bag."
"Wow. Already? I just changed it.... let me see.... um... there really isn't that much in there."
"I know. But I wanted you to change it one more time before you leave for the night, since you do such a good job."
Yay. Just like Christmas.

Monday, February 22, 2010

but i don't need to

I made supper tonight.

Mom - "Amy, if you ever need to impress a boy.... don't make cornbread."

Thursday, February 11, 2010

i will

I know, I know... I haven't blogged in a while. Okay, over a month.
The truth is, I haven't been doing much of anything. People keep telling me, "You've worked hard! You deserve a break." I gladly believed that excuse for a while. Well, it's been 6 months since I've graduated and 4 since I've passed the NCLEX. Time to wake up. The Sabbatical is over, Amy. Just last week I asked Mom and Dad to come up with things they would like for me to do, i.e. large projects, school duties with Asa and Anna, books to read.... whatever. I've been lounging for 6 months and it has reached the shaming point. My piano skills are digging holes, my time with God is short, my time with my littls sister is reluctant, I'm not fixing our room, I'm not reading good books, I'm not stretching my mind, I'm not taking over meals ... yuck.

So.... with a lot of effort, this sloth is going to get her rear in gear and it's going to start by getting up in the morning. Yeah, I've worked three 13 hour shifts in a row. I'm young. I'll survive. So, pray for me please. Seriously. Because my days have not glorified Christ recently.

1) I need a schedule
2) I need a budget
3) I need to take over meals big time
4) I need to love Anna
5) I need to tackle hard books (Narnia is not hard... this will be tough)
6) I want to get in shape, seriously
7) These are not in order of importance because I want to grow closer to Jesus

And I just realized that if I'm really as tired as I say I am and am going to get up up up in the morning, then I need to go to bed. Now.
Good night.

P.S. The boy loves me. He told me so.