Posts Tagged ‘job’

This has been an insane week for us in case you can’t tell by the haven’t blogged in 10 days thing. Oops.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I did some in-hospital training for my job. I went to a dysrhythmia class. Holy Hell. It was brutal people…brutal. However, amidst the bouts of people in the class crying(not me) it was actually super interesting. I am now certified to watch the cardiac monitors at work and I can also tell you what it going on on an EKG. Pretty cool.

Thursday was Jim and I’s 3rd wedding anniversary. His mom took the boys at noon and we spent the day together. We went shopping and to the driving range to hit some golf balls. Then we went to dinner at a super yummy italian place in town…SO GOOD.

Then I ended up in the ER because I hadayuckyinfectiononmyfingerandithadtogetlancedanditSUCKED.

For sure the way I wanted to end my anniversary. Gah.

Friday I was back to work on Telemetry(my normal floor) and I work the weekend.

Monday I am in the monitor room at work.

TUESDAY I AM OFF THANK THE SWEET BABY JESUS.

The End. I miss you.

All day Friday there was a buzz around the hospital.

Snow. There is snow coming.

While I love my job, working in health care has it downsides. One being that NO MATTER WHAT…we are open. So when the Weather Channel is calling for 8-14 mother loving inches, peeps get worried yo. I have heard in years past of people getting stuck there…not being able to get home. I have heard of the hospital sending out ambulances to pick up employees and bring them to work. People were stressed out about it, rightfully so.

Me? I was off this weekend. Neener Neener Mr. Snowstorm.

However, had I been working I would have been pissing my pant. Me no drivey in da snow.

We woke up early on Saturday morning to a couple inches…maybe 3. It was starting to really cover, and you could barely see the grass sticking through. The snow was coming down steadily and I couldn’t believe it was supposed to keep coming until the next morning. No way, they were wrong…they always are, right? RIGHT? BUELLER?

The boys and I hunkered down to be snowed it. Jim had to work, but we hoped he would get out early(which he did, at about 8pm instead of 11pm). The boys love our slider and spent a good part of the day staring outside. Chase got a little worried after a while, because the “snow ate my slide”

Um, yeah. That’s a LOT of snow. Jimmy was wound up all day, and ran around like the small tornado he is.

I spent my fair share of time looking out the door watching the snow. I haven’t seen this amount since the Blizzard of ‘96 which dumped almost 2 feet of snow and ice on my hometown in Southern New Jersey. As I watched,I caught a flash of color.

See her? That’s a robin who lives in the tress behind us. She was so beautiful against the stark whiteness of the snow.

Sunday came, along with cleaning off cars and playing in the snow for Chase. He helped Daddy…

Is it summer yet?

Thanksgiving is for sure one of my favorite holidays. Not only is it the starting line to my favoriteholiday(Christmas!!) ,but it is a carb filled extravaganza that this fatty patty looks forward to all year.

In the years past I mostly concentrated on the food side of Thanksgiving. Well, that and football. This year though, with Chase being a bit older and more able to understand being thankful, I have been trying to explain to him the purpose of the day. He didn’t fully get the point, but he has been walking around telling all of his toys thank you and kissing them. So freaking cute.

This year has brought so many things that I am thankful for. It started out on January 27th with the birth of my baby Jimmy. While I am NOT thankful for 3 months of colic, this little man has brought us so much joy.

I am thankful for every minute that I get to spend with Chase. He is growing up so quickly, and becomes more able to take care of himself every day, even at two years old. He is dressing himself, and holding conversations that awe me every day.

I am thankful for my husband. I am thankful that due to his hard work I got to be home with Chase for over two years and with Jimmy until 6 months. I do not take that time for granted. I am thankful for all that he does for us.

I am thankful to be working, and to have a job when so many people don’t. I will try to remember that when I am complaining.

I am thankful to be moving within 2 miles of a Starbucks on Monday.

I am thankful for the Internet. I have connected with so many amazing people in the last couple years, and am surprised every day at the level of our connections. I have been supported and lifted up so many times, and I am beyond grateful.

I am thankful for my health. While I have some small issues going on, overall I am well.

I am thankful to NOT be pregnant on Thanksgiving. It can really cramp a girls eating style.

Most of all I am just thankful to be able to wake up every day to people I love. I am able to open my laptop and talk to people that make me laugh. I go to work in a job I enjoy and find rewarding. I get to snuggle with my boys and nuzzle into their soft baby necks. I am able to feel my husband wrap his arms around me for a hug.

I am thankful for all of this and more.

Last week I was chatting with Sara on twitterabout my new(ish) job. I was saying how much I like it, and how I am actually really enjoying being back to work full time.

I receieved a nasty email later that day. I’m assuming it was from someone who ran across our conversation on the main feed and came to my blog to hunt down my contact info.

In this email, I was basically told that I was a horrible mother for actually enjoying my job. That I should be heartbroken every day that I drop them off at the sitter where they play with their friends. That being home to do laundry and dishes is more important than providing health insurance for my family. That I should give up all my aspirations of a career because I have children.

I was never sure that I wanted kids. Don’t get me wrong, the boys are my world. I love them more than I can say, and I would never change any of the events that brought those beautiful baby men into my life. But it just wasn’t something I was sure I wanted before they were here. Some young women just know that being a mother is what they want more than anything, that wasn’t me.

Even now I talk to friends who can’t wait for when they can chaperone field trips and be the class mom. That’s not me. I have always been excited about when the time would come that I could return to work full time. That time can a couple years earlier than I had expected, and those of you that come here to support me KNOW how much I struggled with leaving the boys.

I want to be a nurse in 3 years. This is going to involve an insane amount of work for me, and a lot of sacrificing time with my family during the process. After reading Heather’s post this morning, I don’t see how anyone could say it won’t be worth it.

So you know what? I’m sorry if you don’t like that I enjoy my job. I’m sorry if my working full time offends your sense of “womanly duties”. I’m sorry if the fact that I am away from the boys more makes me appreciate the time I have with them more bothers you.

Because it doesn’t bother me and mine, and that’s all that matters.

I went for my physical yesterday. Oh boy.

I signed in, took a seat in the waiting room and pulled out my book. I only got a few pages into it before I was called back. I got taken into a room that had one of those chairs that is only meant for one thing. Getting blood drawn.

Sigh

Oh well. I knew that was going to have to happen, since I don’t have hard copies of my immunization records. They will need to run my blood to see what I am immune to, and then vaccinate from there. I thought at that point maybe I was off the hook for shots, at least until I got they got my blood work done.

I was very very wrong. She very cheerfully informed me that along with the blood draw I would be getting a Tetanus shot(also with Pertussis), a TB test and a Hepatitis B vaccine. I would also need to come back in ten days for the second part of the TB test.

That’s FOUR needles right then, another needle in ten days, plus two flu shots this fall. Holy Shit. This was not going to end well.

I told the nurse, with panic in my voice that I don’t do well with needles. I can give shots, I can watch shots…I can’t get shots. She told me if I wanted the job, I was getting the shots.

Crap. Good point.

She was fast: one shot in each arm, a blood draw in the left and the TB in the right. As she was finishing up she was turning back to tell me what a great job I had done. I chose that moment to pass out.

Yep. I passed out. Fainted. Lost consciousness.

Ya’ll can point and laugh now, I’ll understand. I’m a pansy ass. I didn’t even get a lollipop. What the hell?