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Today’s Shopping Experience

Today I finally had a day off.  I worked five straight, the last two being night shifts (something I haven’t done in awhile).  I came home from vacation and went right to work, had two days last week to clean and run errands then have been working since last Thursday with a day for a wedding, it was time to get some groceries.

I had a car appointment to get my windshield wiper recall done in Poplar Bluff (PB), so I was excited to get to visit the newly remodeled Aldi store, check out the new 10Box, and of course do my monthly Wal-Mart run.  After getting a quick nap after work, I headed to PB to get my day started.

When my car appointment was complete, and I had completed a favor for a friend, I headed to 10Box.  This store is the new version of the Harps store in Poplar Bluff.  I loved their Harps, it had a great bakery and a lot of food options that were not available at other stores (i.e. my zevia sodas).  I was looking forward to getting to check it out.  Walked in and I almost started twitching.  Seriously.  If you are someone that likes order, you are organized, or don’t like going to thrift stores that can be crowded…I DO NOT recommend this store.  You walk in to pallets everywhere, with items just thrown in.  The isles are very narrow and it is hard to get around with a cart and dodge other people.  Then the fact that the price shown is “cost” and they will add 10% at the register, so you have to sit there and try to figure out how much it will actually be.  All the while people going everywhere in the narrow isles.  I about went coo-coo.

Am I crazy (debatable) but as an individual with MS crowds and crowded places make me uncomfortable sometimes…to the point where I feel like I want to come out of my skin.  It’s normal for those who aren’t so normal — check out this story: Sensory Overload.  Therefore, it was too much. Trying to shop, trying to figure out prices, too many people.  Not a place that I will probably ever shop at again unless I want 20 steaks.  I quickly left and headed to Aldi.

Aldi had such a great face lift and remodel.  I liked the old Aldi, but when I started working in Paragould their Aldi’s was awesome.  Our new Aldi is more like theirs.  Unfortunately I arrived after the school hour, so there were more people there than normally when I shop, but I was able to get some of my favorite items at prices I knew when putting it in my cart.  I didn’t have to sit and try to find out what I would ‘really’ paying at the cash register.  I’m glad it is opened again.

Of course I topped my trip to Poplar Bluff off with a stop at Wal-Mart.  My one stop shopping, with prices that often cannot be beat.  I support buying local, and supporting our local stores…but when a box of cereal in town is $5.78 and the same exact box wal-mart is $3.48, I will probably wait to purchase that till I go to the Bluff.

All in all, I personally did not care for the new 10Box store.  I will continue making sure I have my 25 cents for a cart and my carry bags in my car to bag my groceries and shop at Aldi’s…rather than the chaos of 10Box.  But to each their own.

Later…ERM

 

 

Final Day and Recap of Vacation – Canada

My final day of vacation was spent traveling, not as bad coming home as going.  I did get up and ‘at em’ at 3:45 (couldn’t sleep), and was at the airport by 5:30 am.  The security and check-points leaving Canada were a lot more secure and thorough than when I left St Louis.  Shortly after 9/11 the security at St Louis rivaled that coming out of Canada, but this trip I basically walked through with no issues.  In Montreal they herded us through like cattle, asked and re-asked what I had been doing and what had been purchased while I was gone.  I went through three “check points” each one verifying that I was who I was and had a ticket.  It took about 45 minutes, and there was not that large of a crowd, I would hate to see it on a busy day.

The one time I missed my large digital SLR camera this trip was when I was flying into LaGuardia airport in New York and was able to see the bay and Lady Liberty holding the torch high, was not able to get a good shot with my new Sony quick shot camera I purchased.  I love Lady Liberty and all she stands for, I had the opportunity to explore her when I was about 7 years old when my family vacationed in New York (and visited my Uncle Alder and Aunt Becky).  We also had a blow out on the Brooklyn Bridge and a bomb threat at the play in Central Park (Much ado About Nothing), among some other teachable/learning situations…so that trip was very memorable.

Flying to St Louis we arrived 30 minutes ahead of schedule, had a great tail wind coming form New York.  Called for my motel shuttle and went to get my car.  Was nice to be behind the wheel again.   Grabbed some lunch at St Louis Bubble Tea and headed home.  Of course I topped my day off with unpacking, doing laundry, and relaxing with my feline friends who were happy to see me (I guess, at least they didn’t bite me). <LOL>

Recap of Vacation:

If you like to travel, don’t think you can afford going across the seas to a foreign country, but want the feel and experience…I suggest Quebec City/Montreal Canada.  Quebec City over Montreal (Montreal has a TON of traffic — to many people, but neat non-the-less), but either will work.  To be immersed in a city that has a different language being spoken as the primary is an experience worth having.

I flew round trip for $269.00.  If you watch airline flights you can more than likely get a good deal.  If you have a large family you want to experience the whole thing with, you can drive.  Montreal is not far across the boarder, and Quebec City is just three hours further north.  Quebec City is approximately 20 hours from Missouri, easy accessible and there are a lot of things to see between here and there (the northern states are full of history and things to see — before they decide it all needs to be torn down too, like the southern statues).

I had a great time exploring the city, walking the cobblestone sidewalks and seeing the old city.  Some of it had been commercialized, but for the most part you could still feel the personality of the place.  I enjoyed getting to view old churches (some where better than others, because they too have been commercialized).  The food was amazing.

Things to keep in mind:

Travel when you can.  Make it happen.  Don’t wait till “tomorrow” because sometimes tomorrow never comes.

If you are in certain states, you will need to update your driver license, even to travel within the states.   Missouri License will not be accepted after January 2018 and you will need to have a second, acceptable, form of identification.  Please be vigilant in what is needed, it is sometimes complicated to travel without draw backs…not make it harder than it should be.

I love to travel, and will continue to do it as much as possible.  It keeps one mind open and allows for new experiences that would otherwise be lost.

Until later…ERM

Montreal, Canada — Day Four Vacation, 2017

Today is my last day in Canada…I’m happy and sad.  I’ve totally enjoyed my time here, but I am ready to be home in my own bed and to see my cats.  I’m sure that they will voice their displeasure with me being gone all week when I return.  My mom and dad has been taking care of them for me this week, and keeping an eye on my house (THANK YOU mom and dad…for being willing to take care of my animals and allowing me to get out of dodge for awhile and explore the wide world outside of Ripley County).

Today we traveled the two and a-half hours to Montreal via car, much better than the bus ride to Quebec City on Tuesday.  We started the visit off with a stop at Mount Royal.  This is the highest point in Montreal, with a huge cross on top that was placed in 1643 , the initial cross was replaced in 1924 with an illuminated cross, and accepted as a park in 2014 with trails being added and it becoming more accessible to the public.  We walked a 3 1/2 mile trail to view the cross and to overlook the city.  Very neat getting to see it all from a birds eye view.

We left Mount Royal and headed down town for the opportunity to check out Maison Christian Faure pastry shop.  Doing what has become par for the course of eating dessert before dinner.  The desserts were beautiful to behold…and tasty.  We walked through the old town of Montreal.  After dessert we went to Suzette’s for dinner.  CREPES!  I asked for a coffee with a pretty top, I wanted hot chocolate, but he said the top would not be pretty so I opted for a latte. <lol…crazy I know>  Our waiter went to and told them that I wanted “something pretty”…they did not disappoint, my latte came out with a maple leaf and two hearts on top <happy>.  I again experienced eating my meal in a window seat over looking the street activity.  I have decided that that is what my life is made for, to be where I can eat in little cafe’s that overlook streets.  They make one feel cozy.  I had a lovely crepe, that was totally worth the walk.

We were walking along Rue Saint Paul, the oldest street in Montreal.  Part of it was cobblestone, and for pedestrians only.  It was a very neat area.  The whole water front was very neat.

The evening was topped off with as top at Wal-Mart, so I could pick me up some snacks.  I rather enjoy me some Canadian candy called coffee crisp and fuzzy peaches.  I sometimes am able to talk others who are traveling to Canada, and one person who has a connection to supplies of them to obtain coffee crisp for me.  But today I was able to purchase them myself, and they had a new flavor!  I was a little excited about it.

We arrived at the Crown Plaza to crash out for the night so I can start my journey home tomorrow, and they had wedding parties everywhere.  We stopped and peaked into the room for the wedding tomorrow, very beautiful.  We contemplated being wedding crashers, and even contemplated methods with the couple that we shared the elevator with on what would be the best method.  We decided that if we wore our pj’s they would undoubtedly know that we were the crashers. <haha>

It was a great day to top the week off with.  I have packed my bag to verify that I can carry all my goodies home…so far it works.  If not I am afraid that clothes will be left behind and not my cookies.

Until later….ERM.

Quebec City, Canada – Day Three Vacation 2017

Oy Vey!  Today I bummed around the house for a bit then headed out for a day in lower “Old City“.  The lower part of the old city is more tourist, though it does have several older buildings that are marked with placards that show the year the building was built.  A lot of rock structures, that have been turned into restaurants or souvenir shops.  There was a cruise ship that had docked that has A LOT of people milling around, but they cleared out after a short bit (they were called back to port) and it was just a basic number of people.

Prior to making it down town I stopped in St. Roch, the rehabilitated district of the city.  I perused the streets here and stopped in the Eglise Saint Roch church.  The care and work that went into constructing such a magnificent building amazes me.  The era that they were built, wooden scaffolding was used.  Being raised in a carpenter’s home, and building a house myself, I often look past the basic and absorb what is behind the actual building.  What it takes, how it was put together, and just the awe of the actual structure.  They had a pipe organ that was being played at the time of my stop in to view the church, it was interesting to hear the music being played, the natural acoustics of the building allowed the music to reverberate throughout the place.  Outside the church was a box set up with a refrigerator and cabinets that churches and other organizations put food in for the homeless people that live there in that district.

Hoped back on the bus and headed down to the lower district.  Did the whole tourist thing (snapped pictures, purchased a souvenir, and mingled in with the crowds).  I then took lunch at a quaint little cafe Casse Cou (which means ‘break neck’), with a window seat that overlooked the street.  I felt like I was further away, in a place that would have actually stamped my passport, and it was a relaxing lunch getting to watch the street traffic and enjoy my poutine.  Walked back through the Old town, contemplated walking up the steps to the upper level, and then headed back out to catch the bus back to the industrial neighborhood where I am currently staying.  My calves, heart, and fat self voted NO to walking up the steps. <hehe>

Side note:  It’s a small world.  As I was browsing in one of the shops, I met a couple (the DeRamus’).  They were off one of the cruise ships.  They currently pastor in Pennsylvania, but hale originally from Louisiana.  While they lived in Louisiana, they pastored at a church where two guys I grew up with (Chris and Bobby Turner) attended.  So two people that had connections to Doniphan, MO, ran into one another in a souvenir shop in Quebec City, Canada. <play Disney’s “It’s a Small World After All” music here>

The bus system.  For a girl that lives in a town with NO public transportation system at all.  That is trying to navigate in a city that all the signs are in French.  That the bus drivers speak ‘some’ English.  Who did not have a bus map available.  Today was an adventure.  The buses only stop at certain stops, and you have to catch the bus with the number (1, 800, 801, etc) that will take you to the next stop, to catch the bus that will actually go to where you want to go.  Then the bus stops themselves are little cubicles, with plexiglass walls that act as a magnifying glass to scorch the fair Irish skin of the foreigner in their midst.  I barely missed my #1 bus when I FINALLY found the bus stop (the guy at the museum said “See that light, go there and it’s there” (while pointing to the stop light across the road).  In reality, it was up two blocks and turn left, the stop I needed was across the street and half way down that block.  But I persevered, found what I needed, and got myself back where I belonged. <smile>  And, hey, now I can say I can navigate the public transportation system of Quebec City. <bleh>  Oh and by-the-way…definitely sit in a seat that is facing forward, or have your yoga core ready…you will be thrown out of your seat if you sit in the sideways seat and are not properly braced (just saying).

We headed out this evening to the neighborhood of Levis, to get ice cream, watch the sun set over the city, and then we grabbed dinner.  Very cool little neighborhood, great view of Quebec City from across the water, and great ice cream at Chocolats Favoris, the original location.  We did it a little backward and had dessert prior to dinner, but that’s how I roll.  I was a glutton (I do love my ice cream) and I had a dipped cone and some gelato.  I got the baby size in both (and didn’t completely finish the gelato).  Watching the sun set over the city, and the “old city” coming to life with lights was cool.  We also saw some kayakers in the river.  When we left the water front, we stopped in a Cosmo’s for dinner.  Very interesting, eclectic, restaurant.  Great food!

All, in all, it was another great day.  Full of soaking up the city and enjoying just being without a schedule or needing to be at work.  Tomorrow I head to Montreal.

Until Later…ERM

Quebec City, Canada – Day Two Vacation 2017

Merci!  I would like to think I learned how to say “thank you” but I believe that is what my feet are saying after walking six miles around town (just the ‘upper’ part) today.  When I say “town” I mean the “Old City” of Quebec.   It was an interesting, beautiful, day with a lot of wind, hills, steps, and scenery to soak in.

First, I want to say something I forgot to mention yesterday.  I renewed my passport in 2011, after having my first one filled up after taking trips to about seven different countries.  I had yet to get a stamp in my passport (due to being in nursing school and not traveling, then when I did start traveling again the trips were within the boarders of the US).  I was excited about “FINALLY” getting a stamp in my otherwise very empty passport when I crossed the boarder into Canada.  DID NOT HAPPEN!  I was so disappointed. First off, I did the boarder patrols job by feeding my claims paper into a computer and answering all the questions by pushing buttons; then I walked to a guard, handed him my passport and he said “hello” and checked my picture and let me go.  I wanted a stamp!  Oh well, just means I will have to go somewhere more foreign to get a stamp.

Also, I was welcomed to my week’s abode with some fluffy northern comfort Canadian socks.  They are supper fluffy and comfy.  Will definitely be a hit this winter relaxing around the house. (Thanks Mel!)

I started my morning off at Paillard, a coffee shop/bakery.  Grabbed a cappuccino and a sticky bun before hitting the sidewalks to see what I could uncover.  Then I walked around, found the Notre-Dam de Quebec Basilica Cathedral and stepped inside for a look around.  Very ornate, and commercialized…they had a souvenir shop in the back of the church.  It was very neat to look around in though.  After that we checked out the Chateau Frontenac, after walking up several flights of stairs and along the river walk promenade.  It was beautiful.  I stopped and assisted other tourist couples to get a picture together in front of either the Chateau Frontenac or with a view of the river and their cruise ship in the background. <hehe>  After leaving the water front I walked further inland to the Parliament building.  It was under construction, but the gardens were still assailable and very beautiful.

Then I was able to meet up with Mel and we grabbed some lunch at Spag&tini (Italian) before heading out of town to the water falls.  The Montmorency Falls were beautiful.  I chickened out and did not ride the cable car from the top to the bottom, so my pictures are all from top views of the falls…but great non-the-less.  <afraid of heights and things that move when suspended>.

The day was rounded off by some ice cream before heading back into the city for church service that is being held at Mel’s house.  I may or may not get much out of it since it will be in French.  <smile>

It is a beautiful city!  Have enjoyed my day immensely and look forward to day two exploring tomorrow…much better than ‘traveling’ all day.

Until later…

ERM

 

Quebec City, Canada – Day One Vacation 2017

Day one is here…finally vacation, time away to just be and explore.  I love traveling…but not so much the actual traveling part. Bleh!  Today was a day of travel that included delays, turbulence, two planes, and two different buses.  But I finally arrived to my destination, after a day that started at 0400.  Needless to say my bum was sore and I was tired.  BUT…I’m in CANADA!

I had delays out of St Louis, due to weather.  I was glad that my pilot is instrument trained because we flew out in a blanket of nice white dense fog this morning.  Then from Philly the captain tells us that they have “rerouted us due to weather, and I had to type the coordinates in before take off”.  It was reassuring that my pilot was depending on google maps to get us where we were going. LOL.  All in all, other than my mad dash out of terminal F to terminal A in Philly, and almost missing my flight due to an update on the American Airline App I downloaded, it was all good.  I did get 20 minutes of exercise in due to my sprint through the terminal though. :)

The language barrier is interesting to say the least.  There are some with ‘very’ heavy accents that make it difficult to understand, and I’m sure they wonder what spaceship beamed me into their world with my southern Missouri vernacular.  Needless to say the lady at the coffee shop did not know what powdered sugar was, though it was plainly sprinkled on the croissant that I wanted to purchase — apparently here it is confection sugar.

When in contact with my friend about my whereabouts, I told her I was in the middle of nowhere because I couldn’t read the signs.  I stated that I assumed I was on the correct bus, but “I could be on a bus of a traveling gypsy circus group” for all I knew.  They scanned my ticket said “merci” and let me board.  We realized I was on the correct bus, because I eventually arrived at my location.

All in all the majority of the people I have come into contact with are bilingual, which is helpful.  I am excited about getting to explore the city and spend some time here soaking up the culture.

Until later…

ERM

Peyton Kylie…Fly High!

It’s here.  The day that you have been planning for and talking about for at least four years.  Eight years since the desire was placed in your heart, when you came home from Ireland with the hope to return to the area and go to school in Scotland.  How do I deal?  I write.  I have feelings swirling and colliding and what better way to deal…than to put it to paper and blog a post to tell you what I cannot get past my lips or form into words.

First off, I am so very PROUD of you.  You made me an aunt for the first time.  You were so tiny, and though you threw up on me — actually you threw up on everyone basically, you let me know that it was ok for some to get away with saying my name completely wrong.  To you I was “Eeya” (or something similar to that, always the same word), and for once it was acceptable to not be “E”-leisha.  Coming from the big brown eyed little girl that soaked in the world with awe, I would be anything.  I eventually graduated to Aunt Leisha, and I would not trade it for the world.  I am excited, sad, and maybe a tad bit jealous about this opportunity you are embarking on. You have made me proud to be your aunt, you have grown into a young lady of God that I myself can learn from.

Your parents swore they were raising my child.  We have some of the same tendencies of stubbornness, independence, no filter, love of photography, and organizational/leadership skills…to name a few.  Of course you did take after your father in the computer nerd/geek aspect of your personality, I’m sure those qualities will assist you at some point <eye roll>.  LOL!!  Watching you grow and come into the rolls that you have held throughout the years has made me look back at my self and realize that though it was awkward, sometimes difficult to fit into the mix, and I wasn’t always “in”…those qualities that separate you will take you into a life full of possibilities and avenues uncharted.  It will provide you opportunities to take others with you to heights not reached to this point.  You will learn how to channel all of it into traits that will work for the best of you and those around you.  Keep soaring and reaching.

I will miss seeing you here, there, and everywhere.  My weekend McD’s Coke run girl is leaving me.  I’ll stress out at work and not be able to deal without my “fix” being delivered by the yellow delivery taxi.  I’ll miss getting ran up to at church to be shown the “SLEEVES IN MY PONCHO” or the dresses that have pockets.  To be shown all the new gadgets and newest “thing” that I could be doing with my phone if I just knew that it existed in the first place.  Never lose the awe of the world and all the little things that make it up.

As I sit and think of what Saturday (8/26) holds my heart is happy, sad, and a little jealous.  I know jealousy is wrong…but who wouldn’t want an opportunity of living in a foreign country, surrounded by people that will nurture the values and foundation that was instilled in you from birth, all the while getting to experience a new culture and life.  Yes, it’s old school to you, you were in a similar situation in 2009 when  you moved with your family to Ireland (that day I stood and watched the five of you walk away down the terminal, prepared me slightly for this, but not really).  Remember that every experience is different, every opportunity will impact you in a different way.  Embrace it.  Soak in every thing around you.  Let it all build into the gust of wind that takes you further than you have ever been before in God and in life.  Fly High!

XOXOXO

ERM  (a.k.a – Aunt Leisha)

Fighting Fat…Through the Mentality and Reality of Life

I’m overweight, I know this.  Magazines, billboards, tv commercials, and my own psych reminds me on a daily basis.  Walking up a flight of stairs, bending over to tie my shoes, or performing certain task at work reminds me that I am not in the best shape possible.  Following is bare truth…and coming to terms with being the best me possible.

This is something that I have dealt with since being a child.  I weighed 145 pounds in fifth grade, I was wearing a women’s size 12.  The miniskirt was purchased, it was large enough to fit around the middle, yet still long enough to be considered “modest”.  In other words I was as round as I was tall.  Fortunately for me, I ended up growing taller through Junior High and into my freshman year of high school, I stretched the 145 lbs out onto a frame of 5’10”.  I was still wearing size 12, just taller.  Being the fat kid at school, and among your friends — never being able to “barrow” your friends clothes — messes up the image you have of yourself.  Being called “buffalo butt” and “thunder thighs” skews the image that one holds of themselves, regardless of how much they stretch out the weight their body is carrying.

As I got older I knew that this is something that I would deal with.  My family genetics are not the most promising.  A bonus on my part is that I got the height that all the men in the family share, then the downfall is that as a female I also inherited the “hips” that the women share.  We inherit certain traits, body builds, and mentality of food from our families.  My family loves food.  My family can cook!!  Therefore, I grew up loving food, good food, and enjoying it until my heart was content.  I found comfort in food.  Good food took me back to family, comfort, and life.  So during stressful situations, times in my life that things were not 100%, food was my crutch.

With food being a crutch, I used it faithfully during life.  I did well at keeping my weight within check through my first round of college, I stayed in the mid 100’s.  Not to say that I was always happy with where I was, a person always wants to be thinner.  The magazine pictures tell us that that is the “in” thing.  Must fit in a size 0, the clothes are not as cute when you pass the size 10 mark.

Not only magazines, but reality is that relationships also play a big part in how we view ourselves.  When we are rejected by someone that we are interested in, or if we are seeing someone and they leave us for someone else or you find out that they cheated on you with someone else…there is always the “what if I was different” factor, or “is there something wrong with me”.  Then you go into a frenzy of changing “self”.  By a beauty makeover or fad diet.

I stayed comfortable until nursing school, then night shift.  My body turned to food for comfort, to stay awake, and ding-dongs became my friend.  My schedule was so skewed that I became a hermit.  No one was awake when I was, no one was asleep when I was.  My ‘human’ friends all got married and had kids by the time I walked out of the tomb of nursing school, and no one wanted to party at 2:00 am on my nights off, which is when I was awake as a night shift worker.  I exercised some, but not like I should.

All of this is that in reality it’s all mentality.  We have to decide in our minds that this is something that you want to do for yourself, for your family, for God.  God?  Yes, God.  Throughout the Bible there is scripture stating that we are the Temple of God.  He fashioned us in our mother’s wombs.

I Corinthians 6:19-20, “we are His Temple and we are to glorify God in our bodies”.  This means we cannot just sit around and gorge ourselves on junk food, we are to glorify God in our body.

I Corinthians 10:31, states that “we are to do all to the glory, weather that be eating, drinking, or whatever”.

Psalms 139:13-18, states that “He knitted us together, and we are fearfully and wonderfully made”.  He created me, fashioned me together and I am fearfully and wonderfully made; but I also have to take care of this package that He created for me to live in.

I Timothy 4:8 states that “physical training is of some value”.   Do I like to exercise, sometimes because it makes me feel better.  Lately, no, because I think I’m going to go into cardiac arrest and fall out in the floor.  Then my friends at the EMS shed and workmates would be seeing more of me than I would care for them to see.  But if I continue taking baby steps, I will eventually obtain the status of enjoyment again.

This journey over the past year has opened my eyes to the reality of changing my mentality where weight comes into play in my life.  We are wonderfully made, some of us are just made a little different. Some will have bones showing without trying and some will have a little more cushion around the middle.  But we must remember that we are a temple, and to keep the temple to the best of our ability, we have to be healthy.  To be healthy, that may mean that I have to skip the ice cream more often.  I need to focus on eating to fuel my body and not to be eating for stress and turning to food as a way out.  Is it hard to re-work my mentality?  Yes. Do I still eat food.  YES!  As I said I grew up in a family that enjoys food, and I will eat food until I am content.  But I will also be mindful that in reality of life, I need to be the best me that I can be.  To be that, I will give up some of the junk food that I consumed more often than not.

Fighting Fat is a daily decision for me.  It takes a mentality that I will be the best I can be, I will support and keep the temple that I was given.  In reality it is a struggle, but one I am willing to conquer so I can be the me that I was meant to be when He fearfully and wonderfully fashioned me.  Do I succeed every day?  No.  Do I still have body image issues that steam from childhood and life experiences when I wasn’t enough?  Yes.  I have restarted this journey on numerous occasions, but now I’m working on it being my life instead of a fad.  It’s one day at a time.

To beating fat, through mental clarity and reality of life that it is one day at a time, one step at a time, one decision at a time. <clink><clink>.

ERM

All In a Day’s Work

The online Cambridge Dictionary defines ‘all in a day’s work” as:  “If something difficult, unpleasant, or strange is all in a day’s work for someone, it is a usual part of their job:  When you’re a nurse, cleaning up vomit is all in a day’s work.”

As a nurse, as Cambridge states, cleaning up vomit is part of your job.  That’s just one of the minor details that we deal with.  There is the poop, the pee, vomit, abscess juices, and blood that you are continuously collecting samples of and taking to lab or setting aside for them to pick up.  They do not teach you in nursing school the level of “samples” that you will deal with as a nurse…”all in a days work”.  I personally do not do poop well.  When I say “not well”, I mean running from the room tears streaming from my eyes, dry heaving (sometimes throwing up).  I have learned to keep smell good stuff, otherwise known as methanol ointment, that I either stick up my nose or rub inside a surgical mask.  I may look like I have snot hanging from my nostrils…but it allows me to do my job, “all in a days work”.

On the other end of the spectrum we have other aspects that we deal with: life, death, raw emotion, feelings, hatred, obnoxiousness, drunkenness, drug overdoses, and family members that are in the medical field.  The family members in the “medical field” sometimes end up being in different aspects of the medical field; but since everyone wears scrubs now — from clinical staff and housekeeping to nursing and doctors — they say they “work in the medical field” and they all know what’s going on.  There is no aspect of nursing school that teaches you how to deal with the attitude and emotions from your patients and their families.  To walk into it and not respond as a human being.  Human response is to get an attitude too, to cry, to let your sarcasm leek out, or to be rude back.  But it’s “all in a day’s work”.  Unfortunately, sometimes I fail at not being human.

With learning to not deal like a human, we become Nursebots.  Kinda like a robot, but a nurse who has to go about their daily life separating their self from their self.  Yet be pleasant, cheerful, and keep going regardless of what is thrown at us.  We go from performing a code to walking in to deal with our pediatric patient making them smile and calming them down because many of them have the “white coat syndrome” and they freak out and cry the whole time you’re performing the exam.  To listen to the lungs of a screaming child, and detect if they sound abnormal, is like riding in the car with your windows down trying to talk on the phone while losing cell service.  Pert near impossible!   But “all in a day’s work”.

I was not adequately prepared for this life as a nurse when I was pinned that night four years ago.  They do not give emotions class, they play with your emotions and make you feel like you’re not good enough to be doing the task ahead of you.  They tell you to get it together or get out.  Nursing school was two of the hardest and stressful years of my life.  When I walked across the stage, as a student with MS, my face and arm were numb and had been for two months — the stress of the last semester of school was a training ground.  Did not realize how it would shape me as a nurse and train me on how to deal and move on.  It’s “all in a days work”.

I know that other jobs have their ups and downs, and everyone that deals with the public deal with the same situations as medical personnel…and to all of you I raise a glass.  Keep it up.  Do your best.  Keep on, keeping on…and just remember it’s “all in a days work”.

Later

ERM

 

Life Continues…

On April 30-May 2 the area that I live in was devestated by a historic flood.  Businesses and homes were lost, recreational areas have been shut down, and the river has been rearranged.  Those who were personally affected by the flood (lost their business or home) had to deal with it, continually on a daily basis.  Those of us that were affected for the few days the water was up, we had to rerout ourselves around different highways and it was inconvience, but our lives continued.

Are we affected on a daily basis?  Of course I am.  I no longer have Casey’s General Store to stop at and grab a piece of breakfast pizza — which by the way is a great way to kick your day off — or a donut.  Sonic is no longer a “go to” for dinner on my way home from work or for a mid-day “pick-me-up” half price fountain drink.  It’s a way to save money and also stick more closely to eating healthy, but life continues.

My bank now resides in a trailer in Town and Country parking lot.  I have no access to an ATM that does not charge me fees, and my important papers now sit on my table at home rather than in a safety deposit box.  Having online banking and a checking account (Kasasa) that refunds my ATM fees has become more important over the past month.  Life continues.

For nine days following the flood my church assisted at the Flood Relief Center at the Fairgrounds (along with several other organizations and individuals), we helped supply families with hot meals and perdsonal items needed to live after they were flooded.  There were individuals who had lost everything themselves, still had water in their homes, who came to assist with the relief efforts.  They would comment “what else is there to do, there are many that need help”.  The unity that was in our community astonished the groups that came from out of town (Red Cross, Samaritan’s Purse, ect) as to the amount of progress we had made and what we were doing as a community to help.  Normally they have to start at ground zero and establish the systems that we already had going since day three of the flood.

This whole thing is a reflection on life in general.  We have milestones in our lives that we achieve, sometimes life is altered but it continues.  We may lose a loved one, our lives are altered but it continues.  We may change jobs or lose our job, life is altered but it continues.  Our lives here in Doniphan have been altered; some businessness may not reopen, the livelhood of our community (the river) has devestated us and the revenue that is usually generated during this season may be lost (due the the river being unsafe – the Ecoli) and not having the services available.  Life continues.

As in life this flood has affected us individually and as a community.  We have all been altered in some form or fashion by it.  We have bound together and have worked to restore our city, and we continue to work as each of us can in our own individual ways.  Supporting the different endeavors to make us strong again…to ensure that the life that continues is as great or better than what was before.  There will be things that have changed, there will be stuff that is gone, but we will continue.  Because though life and circumstances can be devestating…in the end it continues.

We become stronger, we become survivors…we continue.

ERM