1. Remember that you can't "unsay" anything. If you say something about someone, make sure you mean it and know that just owning up to it and saying sorry can make a world of difference.
2. Turn off your car when you are pumping gas. An obvious tip I know... but just this morning I saw it happening. The car next to me was running, had people inside and the gas handle going.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Gray Answers...
We grow up taught that honesty is the best policy. While I don't believe any of us should purposely lie, I have grown to realize that many answers in life are not black and white, much is in the gray.
The other day at work my "go to" nurse was off, so I knew I had to start all the IV's on my own. When I get a hard stick or if someone comes in and the first thing out of their mouth is "you get one try" I go and get my wonderful co-worker who amazes me with her IV ability. Sometimes I really think she makes veins in people sometimes. Many of the people who come in our department are already somewhat ill, out of shape and not young...all of which add up to not easy IV's.
The last patient we needed to set up was a tiny little lady who was close to 80. She hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the night before (this was about 10:30 am) and we had worked her in because she was supposed to have surgery that day, but was unable because she didn't get cardiac clearance...so she was in a great mood already. I go through my whole speech on the test she was having, and just how much fun it was going to be and she let me know she was not that excited to be with me today...yeah...fun stuff. Then the fun part...the IV and injection... I roll up her sleeve to see what kind of veins we were working with...I see nothing...absolutely nothing. She then told me that sometimes when she goes to the doctor they have to try 6 or 7 times to get blood...wonderful. Finally I find ONE possibility. At this point I would have NEVER tried to stick her, but today I had no choice. She then asked me the question I hate to hear...
"Are you any good at this?"
In reality...I would say I am pretty okay, working towards good... at starting IV's. I get most, but some people just have nothing to work with, and some people just scare me. I've only been doing this for almost a year, and I was taught how to start IV's on the job....sticking volunteers. Half the battle is having the confidence and having a thick skin to what the patients have to say. Some people are NEVER happy and no one wants you coming at them with a needle, and not a small one at that. So I could have told her the truth and said I'm not really sure...or I could have lied and said oh yeah I'm wonderful but I took the Gray road and said
"I certainly hope so."
I then proceeded to say a small prayer and try to start her IV while she stared at me. First try...no flashback of blood..dang it! Don't panic...pull back a little and try again...thank goodness, GOT IT...please thread please thread please thread...whew...it worked.
I am teaching Taylor that honestly is always the best policy, but as an adult sometimes I live in the gray area...
The other day at work my "go to" nurse was off, so I knew I had to start all the IV's on my own. When I get a hard stick or if someone comes in and the first thing out of their mouth is "you get one try" I go and get my wonderful co-worker who amazes me with her IV ability. Sometimes I really think she makes veins in people sometimes. Many of the people who come in our department are already somewhat ill, out of shape and not young...all of which add up to not easy IV's.
The last patient we needed to set up was a tiny little lady who was close to 80. She hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the night before (this was about 10:30 am) and we had worked her in because she was supposed to have surgery that day, but was unable because she didn't get cardiac clearance...so she was in a great mood already. I go through my whole speech on the test she was having, and just how much fun it was going to be and she let me know she was not that excited to be with me today...yeah...fun stuff. Then the fun part...the IV and injection... I roll up her sleeve to see what kind of veins we were working with...I see nothing...absolutely nothing. She then told me that sometimes when she goes to the doctor they have to try 6 or 7 times to get blood...wonderful. Finally I find ONE possibility. At this point I would have NEVER tried to stick her, but today I had no choice. She then asked me the question I hate to hear...
"Are you any good at this?"
In reality...I would say I am pretty okay, working towards good... at starting IV's. I get most, but some people just have nothing to work with, and some people just scare me. I've only been doing this for almost a year, and I was taught how to start IV's on the job....sticking volunteers. Half the battle is having the confidence and having a thick skin to what the patients have to say. Some people are NEVER happy and no one wants you coming at them with a needle, and not a small one at that. So I could have told her the truth and said I'm not really sure...or I could have lied and said oh yeah I'm wonderful but I took the Gray road and said
"I certainly hope so."
I then proceeded to say a small prayer and try to start her IV while she stared at me. First try...no flashback of blood..dang it! Don't panic...pull back a little and try again...thank goodness, GOT IT...please thread please thread please thread...whew...it worked.
I am teaching Taylor that honestly is always the best policy, but as an adult sometimes I live in the gray area...
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Life's Little Bumps
Reasons my life is stressing me out lately:
1. The holidays are over...I hate taking my tree down and admitting to myself that the holidays are over. I now have to wait a whole year for Christmas and my birthday to come around again...
2. I wasn't able to get the WONDERFUL embroidery machine that I was wanting. Over the past month or so, I have been in talks with a nice lady about buying her machine. She had told the boss she works for that she was wanting to stop doing her embroidery and in a random series of events, she asked me if I was interested. After much thought and deliberation, I decided I would like to do it, and I'd like to buy her machine. For Christmas I told everyone I wanted money to go towards the machine, so I had a nice chunk of change to throw down towards it. It was MUCH more than my first machine, but everything I could ever want and it was a great deal... Sadly, she backed out. She decided at the last minute she wanted and needed to keep the machine to make some extra money. Can't be mad at her for that, but I can still be disappointed. So I am back at square one with finding an embroidery machine. We can't afford a new machine like hers, so I am going to have to get a lesser machine and realize it wasn't meant to be.
3. We took Taylor for a speech evaluation. Found out he is ahead of his chronological age in comprehension, but behind in articulation. Insurance doesn't pay for speech unless it is for drastic reasons, and he isn't in need of drastic intervention. I understand he is a boy and boys develop speech slower than girls. I understand he is perfectly fine and will get it eventually, but I am way too type A to not try and help. I also know that it is not my fault, but as his mother I still question...
I really believe that everything happens for a reason and has a lesson attached to it, so I am trying to learn. One of my resolutions for the year is to try to calm down and not over analyze everything...maybe I'll start that resolution later :)
1. The holidays are over...I hate taking my tree down and admitting to myself that the holidays are over. I now have to wait a whole year for Christmas and my birthday to come around again...
2. I wasn't able to get the WONDERFUL embroidery machine that I was wanting. Over the past month or so, I have been in talks with a nice lady about buying her machine. She had told the boss she works for that she was wanting to stop doing her embroidery and in a random series of events, she asked me if I was interested. After much thought and deliberation, I decided I would like to do it, and I'd like to buy her machine. For Christmas I told everyone I wanted money to go towards the machine, so I had a nice chunk of change to throw down towards it. It was MUCH more than my first machine, but everything I could ever want and it was a great deal... Sadly, she backed out. She decided at the last minute she wanted and needed to keep the machine to make some extra money. Can't be mad at her for that, but I can still be disappointed. So I am back at square one with finding an embroidery machine. We can't afford a new machine like hers, so I am going to have to get a lesser machine and realize it wasn't meant to be.
3. We took Taylor for a speech evaluation. Found out he is ahead of his chronological age in comprehension, but behind in articulation. Insurance doesn't pay for speech unless it is for drastic reasons, and he isn't in need of drastic intervention. I understand he is a boy and boys develop speech slower than girls. I understand he is perfectly fine and will get it eventually, but I am way too type A to not try and help. I also know that it is not my fault, but as his mother I still question...
I really believe that everything happens for a reason and has a lesson attached to it, so I am trying to learn. One of my resolutions for the year is to try to calm down and not over analyze everything...maybe I'll start that resolution later :)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
We all have to grow up sometime...
Friday night was a big first for us...a babysitter...that was NOT related to us. Thankfully I am involved in helping to teach a high school aged bible study, so I have a number of trustworthy girls to choose from. Admittingly, it was harder for me than it was for Taylor. Ally (the wonderful babysitter) was warned ahead of time that he would probably cry, so I got a new special book for Ally to give to Taylor when she arrived and he loved it. She took him into his playroom when we left, and he didn't even know we left. I texted her a few times and she reassured me that everything was and would be fine. Dustin and I had a great time at the Christmas party we went to, and on the way home we were debating what we would find when we walked in. I expected Diego to be on and Taylor happily (hopefully) watching TV, ready for us to come home. When we walked in there were no cartoons on and there was a giggling boy running and playing so happy!! He greated me with a happy "Hi Momma!" and Daddy got one to, but then he moved on. He wanted to hug on Ally next...that made me SO happy! Taylor did wonderful, and I did too. Now we have a wonderful babysitter to rely on.
We all have to grow up sometime...I am trying to catch up to Taylor...
We all have to grow up sometime...I am trying to catch up to Taylor...
Monday, December 8, 2008
Fun Fact #2
Just so you know...Not all "child proof caps" are Taylor proof.
Taylor has been fighting the teething battle for awhile now, so a bottle of Tylenol can usually be found on his changing table/dresser. I was in the extra bedroom sewing one day and Taylor brought me the bottle....empty.
Somehow the little devil got the lid off and then decided he wanted to sling it around the room and then pour the rest in the middle of his carpet.
If you come visit our house, please look over the tie dye carpet in Taylor's room. I cleaned it the best I could :)
Taylor has been fighting the teething battle for awhile now, so a bottle of Tylenol can usually be found on his changing table/dresser. I was in the extra bedroom sewing one day and Taylor brought me the bottle....empty.
Somehow the little devil got the lid off and then decided he wanted to sling it around the room and then pour the rest in the middle of his carpet.
If you come visit our house, please look over the tie dye carpet in Taylor's room. I cleaned it the best I could :)
Monday, November 10, 2008
Fun Fact
A Diego potty seat will fit PERFECTLY over a two-year-old's head. He does have a rather large head, so keep that in mind. While it was rather easy for the toddler to get on, it is next to impossible for a Mommy to get it off. Somehow they are able to get that perfect agle to slide it on. Sadly, it does scare the child when he can't get it off and the screams and tears prove it. In an attempt to get pictures to prove this, the toddler may have other ideas. They may not want you to move till you get the potty seat off their head, so pictures may not happen. When taking the potty seat off, know that their poor ears may turn red from the pressure, but keep pulling...it will come off. Thankfully this Mommy didn't have to resort to butter on the sides, but she was seconds away.
Just in case you were wondering...
Just in case you were wondering...
Monday, November 3, 2008
Hard Life of a Two Year Old
Lately Taylor has been perfecting his ability to throw a full blown tantrum. I think he's got it pretty much down pat. Perfect screaming...perfect drop to the ground...and the all important perfect timing. I know he's two... I know most kids go through this...but it is still very embarrassing. Because I over-analyze everything, I've been thinking about why Taylor does this and this is what I came up with.
From Taylor's point of view...the past weekend...
I am sleeping so soundly, having great dreams of slides, tractors and cars...only to be woke up by Daddy. Time to go to Grandma's. I get there and that girl (cousin Raya) is STILL THERE. Sure she's fun to chase around, and she does pick up all my toys that I throw...but she also takes away from the hugs. For some reason, they like her too. I struggle through the day and make it till Mommy finally comes to get me. She's excited about something, so we hurry home. I didn't get to "talk" to Grandpa. Why not? I ask this in a screaming fashion... We get home and she puts this ridiculous outfit on me and constantly asks me to jump like a frog. I showed you once already Mommy...it hasn't changed in the last 5 minutes. Then she wants to take pictures. More pictures....more pictures...and more pictures. I keep telling her I don't like this hat and take it off, but she keeps putting it back on. Then the people start showing up. I did have fun giving them candy, but why can't it eat more than a few pieces??? There is plenty there. They have tons in their bags...I don't get it. Mommy and Daddy keep telling me to put the candy back. Fine. I'll do it, but I won't like it. Finally they take the costume off!! Woo Hoo!
Saturday...yeah for Saturday. I get to sleep in! Mommy comes in when I call for her and gets me out of bed. I get to eat breakfast...waffles, yummy...but Mommy keeps trying to put other nasty things on my plate. I'm not going to eat it. I won't. I don't care if you tell me I'll like it. Nope. After a bit of playing, Mommy says we are going bye-bye. Yeah!! I love to go bye-bye. I run to the car and climb in the front seat. Time to drive! Mommy won't let me. Why not?? WHY NOT?? Then I find out we are going grocery shopping. Not too bad...just hurry every chance you get Momma. You know you only have a small time frame here before I am over it. I'll time you...GO! Finally the fun part of the store, the frozen food! My FAVORITE part! I love to open and close the doors...and open and close and open and close and open and close... No one ever tells us to stop, so why does Mommy make me?? If I scream loud enough maybe she'll give in. No luck. Back at home. Time for a nap. Not excited about it, but I am kind of tired. Fine...I'll give in. Wake up from a great nap to find Daddy. Yeah!! Going bye-bye again! We end up at Grandpa and Grandma's house. Now there are more people there. Aunt Kary and Uncle Ray and Jacob have come to pick up Raya. Why do they want me to hug them so bad? Why does Aunt Kary want a kiss so bad? I didn't give you one the first time, I'm not going to give you one the 20th time you ask me. Get over it. Time to go home...boy am I tired.
Sunday...get to sleep in AGAIN! Mommy comes to wake me and it's off to church we go. She's always so worried about my hair and sprays me with that dumb water bottle. I wish she'd stop. Now we're at church. We pass the slides and swings, but we can't stop. Get to the classroom and she leaves me!! Where did she go? Is she coming back? These people are nice enough but WHERE IS MY MOMMY?? After what seems like forever...she comes back, whew. Time for a nap...I guess... Wake up and play and then Mommy puts that dumb costume on me AGAIN. I'll show you ONE TIME how a frog jumps. Pay attention Mommy, you're only getting this once. Get to Grandpa and Grandma's house. More pictures. I don't want to hold Raya's hand...I don't want to sit down with her. Not going to do it. Why doesn't she have to wear a hat?? I go into the playroom/office and see the greatest toy ever. A SLIDE!!! Let me push it out into the living room so I can play with it. Mommy comes to put it up. She says it's time to go to church. I don't want to go...I want to slide. Maybe if I scream loud enough she'll give in. Didn't work. We get to church and there are way too many people telling me how cute I am, and wanting to touch me. Don't like it, not one bit. I don't want to play the games. I don't want to ride the train. I want to take this costume off!!! Whoa...wait a second. I see a car. I see a car with a big steering wheel. Maybe if I reach for this nice man, he'll put me in his car and let me drive. It worked! He was handing out candy out of the trunk and let me play in his car. This is great!!! Then Mommy ruined my fun and took me out. Time to cry. Let's try louder...didn't work. Finally go back home and take the costume. I hope that is the end of that.
So as you can see...it's rough being a two year old. I have every reason in the world to throw a tantrum :) I don't know why people don't understand this...
From Taylor's point of view...the past weekend...
I am sleeping so soundly, having great dreams of slides, tractors and cars...only to be woke up by Daddy. Time to go to Grandma's. I get there and that girl (cousin Raya) is STILL THERE. Sure she's fun to chase around, and she does pick up all my toys that I throw...but she also takes away from the hugs. For some reason, they like her too. I struggle through the day and make it till Mommy finally comes to get me. She's excited about something, so we hurry home. I didn't get to "talk" to Grandpa. Why not? I ask this in a screaming fashion... We get home and she puts this ridiculous outfit on me and constantly asks me to jump like a frog. I showed you once already Mommy...it hasn't changed in the last 5 minutes. Then she wants to take pictures. More pictures....more pictures...and more pictures. I keep telling her I don't like this hat and take it off, but she keeps putting it back on. Then the people start showing up. I did have fun giving them candy, but why can't it eat more than a few pieces??? There is plenty there. They have tons in their bags...I don't get it. Mommy and Daddy keep telling me to put the candy back. Fine. I'll do it, but I won't like it. Finally they take the costume off!! Woo Hoo!
Saturday...yeah for Saturday. I get to sleep in! Mommy comes in when I call for her and gets me out of bed. I get to eat breakfast...waffles, yummy...but Mommy keeps trying to put other nasty things on my plate. I'm not going to eat it. I won't. I don't care if you tell me I'll like it. Nope. After a bit of playing, Mommy says we are going bye-bye. Yeah!! I love to go bye-bye. I run to the car and climb in the front seat. Time to drive! Mommy won't let me. Why not?? WHY NOT?? Then I find out we are going grocery shopping. Not too bad...just hurry every chance you get Momma. You know you only have a small time frame here before I am over it. I'll time you...GO! Finally the fun part of the store, the frozen food! My FAVORITE part! I love to open and close the doors...and open and close and open and close and open and close... No one ever tells us to stop, so why does Mommy make me?? If I scream loud enough maybe she'll give in. No luck. Back at home. Time for a nap. Not excited about it, but I am kind of tired. Fine...I'll give in. Wake up from a great nap to find Daddy. Yeah!! Going bye-bye again! We end up at Grandpa and Grandma's house. Now there are more people there. Aunt Kary and Uncle Ray and Jacob have come to pick up Raya. Why do they want me to hug them so bad? Why does Aunt Kary want a kiss so bad? I didn't give you one the first time, I'm not going to give you one the 20th time you ask me. Get over it. Time to go home...boy am I tired.
Sunday...get to sleep in AGAIN! Mommy comes to wake me and it's off to church we go. She's always so worried about my hair and sprays me with that dumb water bottle. I wish she'd stop. Now we're at church. We pass the slides and swings, but we can't stop. Get to the classroom and she leaves me!! Where did she go? Is she coming back? These people are nice enough but WHERE IS MY MOMMY?? After what seems like forever...she comes back, whew. Time for a nap...I guess... Wake up and play and then Mommy puts that dumb costume on me AGAIN. I'll show you ONE TIME how a frog jumps. Pay attention Mommy, you're only getting this once. Get to Grandpa and Grandma's house. More pictures. I don't want to hold Raya's hand...I don't want to sit down with her. Not going to do it. Why doesn't she have to wear a hat?? I go into the playroom/office and see the greatest toy ever. A SLIDE!!! Let me push it out into the living room so I can play with it. Mommy comes to put it up. She says it's time to go to church. I don't want to go...I want to slide. Maybe if I scream loud enough she'll give in. Didn't work. We get to church and there are way too many people telling me how cute I am, and wanting to touch me. Don't like it, not one bit. I don't want to play the games. I don't want to ride the train. I want to take this costume off!!! Whoa...wait a second. I see a car. I see a car with a big steering wheel. Maybe if I reach for this nice man, he'll put me in his car and let me drive. It worked! He was handing out candy out of the trunk and let me play in his car. This is great!!! Then Mommy ruined my fun and took me out. Time to cry. Let's try louder...didn't work. Finally go back home and take the costume. I hope that is the end of that.
So as you can see...it's rough being a two year old. I have every reason in the world to throw a tantrum :) I don't know why people don't understand this...
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