Wednesday, June 11, 2008
So the saying "it was a perfect summer day" well I don't think there really is a PERFECT summer day, but now is close. Sleeping (or soon to be since currently I'm writing) outside beneath the stars and smelling the fresh cool breeze...this is a wonderful ending. A day filled with bike ride fun, picking strawberries with good friends, laughing with family, campfire, smore's, another night bike ride and just hanging out with my cuz and sister....now sleeping on the grass in the backyard...yep...it's a great day. =0)


Saturday, June 07, 2008
Where were you tonight when the weather became labile? Dark, shadow clouds came racing toward our house as we ate engulfing day and declaring war...while in the back, it remained sunny cheery well...at least at first. Then the wind began and the rain...pelting around the pond, imprinting designs in the water. Displaying a rhythmic display of changing artwork, the water was far from being smooth. Darkness began to surround us and then the rumble of the thunder began as the sky shook with roots of lighting....racing from beyond above to the ground...vanishing, but leaving a trail of light for a few moments after..just long enough to know it absolutely had occurred. Trees bowing to the powerful presence of the storm. Not an animal was seen in sight.


Saturday, May 31, 2008
The moisture in the air mixed with the sweet fragrance of flowers calls for me to come outside yet since I don't have a laptop...here I sit. I'll just enjoy it from the window. Ahhh....
A light brown spider with legs dipped in black nestles beside me. It looks as if he's trying to cut the carpet with extended jaw. Maybe he's eating microscopic bacteria off the carpet. I know...I should probably get rid of him, but he's entertaining to watch and well...honesty I don't really mind bugs and kind of feel sorry for them. Okay WAIT...never mind...he's too close to my room..something needs to be done...what if I ate him or he bit me later on????
Oh no! I just turned my head for a second to grab a tissue...I was going to put him outside...in the rain...but he disappeared! I can't find him! Where is he??? I hope he didn't end in my room. Blah. I guess that's what I get for trying to save a spider instead of smushing him when I had the chance. Now I keep feeling like he's crawling on ME!!!! Ewwww....
I washed my car today in the rain. =0) Delightful. Bubbles and suds...before the lighting came of course...more people should try this...it's actually quite innovative...and you don't have to use much water at all!
Okay so it's been awhile...(I was busy doing other things online) and I just want to say I FOUND HIM!!!! Yes! He's now safely outside under a bush...FAR from the house. Crazy...I know...but I just could not kill the little guy.


Monday, May 12, 2008
Overloaded. Sunny skies, warm breeze, people aren't focused on their illnesses....they want to play...to enjoy the outdoors...to ride that four wheeler...or dirt bike...to speed...or just run around. Wonderful, exciting and just fun...that end up with your face, knee, elbow, hand or more......being slammed, cut, bruised, twisted and broken. It's true...I never knew how dangerous it was to play outdoors! But Saturday at work showed me the evidence as people piled in. Rooms overflowing and people in the hallway, we just couldn't keep up.
Sometimes I wish I had more hands...too much to do at once. Grandson and grandfather hit by a SUV. Both presenting with chest pain. Why didn't they let the ambulance bring them? Heart rate fluttering and going much to fast...how many internal injuries are there...I think blood is gathering around the heart? Placing the older on a backboard and c-collar, the heart continues to show signs of distress...will he make it to the trauma center? The ambulance can't come soon enough. I feel bad for the grandma...torn between being with her husband and grandson. The younger one with a broken xiphoid process, so thankful that he'd didn't puncture a lung...trying to comfort him...yet how could he not be worried about his grandpa?
Boy on dirt bike, flipping and smashing into the dirt...now short of breath and diaphoretic. Man smashing hand with hammer, woman cut from metal on her summer boat. Too many kids to count with twisted ankles and hands...a few that are broken. Stitches and staples being put into hands, legs and heads. Concussions and a hip out of place. I guess I'm thankful that there's a place to go where people can get help.


Monday, May 05, 2008
Opening the door, there was a distinct odor that greeted my nose. Pushing back the innate reaction, I pronounced my entrance with a friendly "hello". On the cot, sat a woman...too large to lay down...with part of her hanging over the side. Nearby was a man, eyes half closed mumbling something about wanting a free pop. Why were they there? The lady woke up today feeling sick. No temperature, no medicine taken yet...here they were...ready for the magic wand to be waved...and maybe get some food, drinks and gas card too.
Little boy with a headache...his uncle says "he gets these sometimes, every 2-3 months". Didn't try to give him tylenol (that would have cost too much)...instead to the ER. Little boy smiling and watching tv and moving around in bed. Sick? Headache completely gone after giving one tylenol #3.
Moaning, rocking and deep breathing didn't seem to help the pain. "Oh Jesus....help me God" was all I could make out. She tried to hold her arm out, tried to fight the nausea but it all came up and with it a gagging smell. Still she kept her arm in place so I could give antinausea and pain med. It did the trick. Taking a deep breath, she could breath again...talk again...lay still...fall asleep.
Thin, nervous smile the woman wants to know the reasoning behind everything done. She says no one is listening to her...no one understands that the discomfort...she feels can't be normal...agreeing to blood being drawn, she attempts to wait for results. Too distracted, too jittery she wants out.... Attempting to console, trying to explain her life could be endanger, words are useless as she exits out the door.
Talking and laughing was heard from the outside, but as I entered the room became quiet. "I hurt SO BAD" the words flew from her mouth, yet she seemed to move just fine. One pain med wasn't enough so another was given. Leaving the unit in a wheelchair because she was too "drunk" to walk...I wondered at the real reason she came.
Looking at the boy, the question seemed logical. "Have you always had two different colored eyes". "No my eyes are both blue" was the response. Parents and siblings agreed. Looking again, the swollen eye hit with a frisbee was clearly a brownish maroon. Calmly he stated "I can't really see much except light and darkness from that eye". Family supporting and joking with child, they wait for the eye doctor. Stressed? They didn't show it.
People hurting...some physical needs met easily with medicines and medical help...others with wounds maybe they aren't even aware of. Why do they come? Why do they lean? What kind of quality of life do they have? How can we truly help them?