So, I get to work tonight and go to the front desk where they list the patient assignments and look for my name to see who my patients are tonight. I glance over it once...then I glance at it again...and look even closer. Ok, my name isn't there.
No big deal. When I first got out of the internship some of my shifts didn't get altered appropriately and they didn't see that I was supposed to work that night. It worked out well because they needed a nurse and I got my hours.
So, I'm about to ask the charge nurse if she missed me when the girl who took my patients in the morning came by to see if I was getting the same patients back...which I usually do.
She looks and goes, "Kimberly, where is your name?! You took my patients right...?" I tell her ya, I can't find my name.
So she asks the charge nurse, "Hey, is this "Kelly" supposed to be "Kimberly?" The charge nurse looks, thinks, and starts laughing. Apparently my name is Kelly.
A little while later she hollars, "Kelly! Kelly come here." She explains that my name was written down on the list as K.Roland (obviously they don't have my name changed everywhere). So all she thought in her mind was the chich from Destiny's Child (Kelly Rowland) and thats what she wrote down. So my name is now Kelly.
Side note: There is absolutely no nurse that works here in this ICU named Kelly. None.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Doggie Update
Bella had her surgery and did very well. First thing she did after I picked her up after her surgery is try to sniff in the trash can, and thats when I knew everything should be ok with Miss Priss.
She has been taking her medicines with peanut butter like a good girl, has scratched her nose getting used to her crate, and has been trying to convince us to let her up onto the couch which is a huge no no right now with her knees.
She had only one knee surgery done. If she does well, in 4 months she'll have the other one. The doctor said it would be a range of 4-6 months til she's ready to support herself with her recently repaired knee enough to allow the other knee to be done.
Here is a picture of my Bellarina the day before we had the bandaged removed. She didn't know where to hide her bone inside and was utterly distraught.
And on to JJ. Yes, JJ, my oldest doggie. He looked like he all of a sudden had random scratches all over his body...then my dad says, "Kim, I don't think they're scratches." So I started watching them to see if they changed or went away and planned to talk to the vet about it when I took Bella to have her bandage removed. Well, then a knot shows up on his side and I have to take him to the vet to have it looked at.
My damned dog looks like he has scratches because it is a fungus on his stupid skin! The vet said most likely he was rooting around in the back yard and something just got up in his nasal passages and it manifests on his skin. Ugh. So now he has to take some pills twice a day and get a couple baths a week for a couple weeks and we go back to the vet in about a week to check out his skin progress.
Here is JJ on the way to the vet...loving the car ride:
So, other than that and my MIL dealing with crazy insurance people (trust me...sometimes these people really are nutso, I'm not going to get into it), life has been fair. I have the major urge to go get my Masters in Nursing. I know I'm so lame...but ugh, I do. Just not the right time right now.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Bella-dog update
Its official. The day after her meeting with the surgeon about having her left knee repaired...she tears her right knee. Its actually so bad she is choosing to walk on her left knee now because her right knee is so painful.
Sigh. Bella has just been upgraded to a house only dog. Thank God Petsmart is having sales for their birthday right now because I will be spending some money in there!
Bella's indoor adventures tally:
Sigh. Bella has just been upgraded to a house only dog. Thank God Petsmart is having sales for their birthday right now because I will be spending some money in there!
Bella's indoor adventures tally:
- one pillow, destuffed and shredded
- two window sills with about 3 inches length of wood removed, one window sill with edge gnawed off
- 4 DVD cases no longer recognizeable
- one DVD needing replaced, one Wii DVD needing replaced
- one magazine, shredded
- one poopy, spread in many rooms, reason unknown
- one toy, destuffed, de-squeakered, and limbs removed
My Dog Bella
My dog Bella is a Black Mouth Cur mix. I adopted her in 2005 for the purpose to have a buddy for my dog JJ. She is a 50 poundish dog who when she is around humans is nothing but pure sugar...around dogs, she can be spicy. The kind of spicy that burns on the way out and wasn't that great in the beginning.
Well, she's half crazy. Her idea of having fun in the back yard is jumping on the dogloos, barking from there at the other dogs, sprinting to the back yard, sprinting to the back porch, she takes dives and rolls just to change positions when the other dogs are chasing her, and plows through the porch furniture and dogloos when she's evading the other dogs. All we could think is, "Damn, we're lucky she hasn't been seriously hurt." We're dumb.
She went to a vet clinic Tuesday as a referral for knee surgery. Of course he thinks she tore both her ACL and meniscus in her knee. That was her left knee. Today, she won't walk on either of her back legs. She'll actually choose to walk on her LEFT knee instead of her right tonight. She effed up her freaking right knee today, I know it. And, of course, I find this out around 7pm, when all the vet clinics except the seriously expensive emergency vet clinic...and a painful knee really isn't an emergency.
So, God help me, tomorrow morning I'm gonna try to get her to a vet first thing in the morning, hopefull we'll find something out about her other knee, and then maybe I can go to sleep so I can show up to work 12 glorious hours at my ICU starting at 6:45pm. Yay.
Here is that precious little baby who seems to fit in the 30% of dogs with one bad knee that blows out their other.
Well, she's half crazy. Her idea of having fun in the back yard is jumping on the dogloos, barking from there at the other dogs, sprinting to the back yard, sprinting to the back porch, she takes dives and rolls just to change positions when the other dogs are chasing her, and plows through the porch furniture and dogloos when she's evading the other dogs. All we could think is, "Damn, we're lucky she hasn't been seriously hurt." We're dumb.
She went to a vet clinic Tuesday as a referral for knee surgery. Of course he thinks she tore both her ACL and meniscus in her knee. That was her left knee. Today, she won't walk on either of her back legs. She'll actually choose to walk on her LEFT knee instead of her right tonight. She effed up her freaking right knee today, I know it. And, of course, I find this out around 7pm, when all the vet clinics except the seriously expensive emergency vet clinic...and a painful knee really isn't an emergency.
So, God help me, tomorrow morning I'm gonna try to get her to a vet first thing in the morning, hopefull we'll find something out about her other knee, and then maybe I can go to sleep so I can show up to work 12 glorious hours at my ICU starting at 6:45pm. Yay.
Here is that precious little baby who seems to fit in the 30% of dogs with one bad knee that blows out their other.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Random panty story
So I get to work today and the lady who trained me out of no where asks, "Do we see your panties when you bend over?" I think, "Oh crap. I bent over, my undershirt came up, and they saw my panties."
Well, apparently, she was just picking on another girl who was hired with me because she bent over and has since earned the name "Pinky," and, from what I'm told, not only because her thong was pink.
Which got me started on my story. Ever since I worked in EMS I have NEVER worn a thong to work. I used to work with like boys only, cause seriously, there aren't that many girls who think its tons of fun to become and EMT and run on an ambulance. I had a fear of falling out of my ambulance, getting hurt on a scene, or getting randomly sick, and my boy partners having to disrobe me to assess me properly and seeing my butt cheeks in a thong. Gawd, I just couldn't stand that thought. So, even today, I refuse to wear a thong to work. Whatever panties I have that cover me as much as possible is what I wear to work, all other panties saved for later.
However, now because my scrub top is short, I'm going to have to find a different style of tank top that I like to wear under my scrub top because it pulls up too often and shows off my tattoo lol.
Well, apparently, she was just picking on another girl who was hired with me because she bent over and has since earned the name "Pinky," and, from what I'm told, not only because her thong was pink.
Which got me started on my story. Ever since I worked in EMS I have NEVER worn a thong to work. I used to work with like boys only, cause seriously, there aren't that many girls who think its tons of fun to become and EMT and run on an ambulance. I had a fear of falling out of my ambulance, getting hurt on a scene, or getting randomly sick, and my boy partners having to disrobe me to assess me properly and seeing my butt cheeks in a thong. Gawd, I just couldn't stand that thought. So, even today, I refuse to wear a thong to work. Whatever panties I have that cover me as much as possible is what I wear to work, all other panties saved for later.
However, now because my scrub top is short, I'm going to have to find a different style of tank top that I like to wear under my scrub top because it pulls up too often and shows off my tattoo lol.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Talk about a long freaking week.
So, I got off work Saturday morning and went to sleep by like 8am. My three days working were HELL. Saturday night I went and stayed with my grandmother in the hospital since she just had her knee replaced. She's doing great, btw, just needed a little help getting in and out of bed to go potty.
Sunday I go home, sleep, get up, and go feed my dogs. I hadn't been feeding them much because Brandon's alternator went bad and we had to share a car one two nights and then another night I I had my mom feed them again so I could visit my grandmother in the hospital. I get to my parent's house, where they stay, and my dog Bella won't use her back left leg at all. She had been limping on it, but now it looks useless. She also has scrapes on her nose. Oh, look, JJ, my oldest dog, has a gash taken out of his side. Crap. We had a dog fight.
I let Bella in the house and she is crying about her leg it hurts her so much. I give her one of her pain pills and we have to feed her turkey meat because she won't eat her dog food. Monday I take her to the vet while the DH is out apartment hunting with MIL. Bella needs knee surgery, but I have to take her to another vet for a referral. Sigh. Thats gonna cost me.
The apartment hunting went fine, DH went to put a deposit on one on Tuesday, but for some reason we had to go more apartment hunting on Wednesday. That took like all day...then we needed to go to the grocery store, too. Sigh.
Tuesday I went to the dentist...just to hear from him that filling they're watching is fine and the dental hygenist waits for him to leave and tells me I should have it replaced no matter what he says. WTF. I just had fillings replaced in DECEMBER! Spare me.
Wednesday night I'm at my grandma's house. She's been released home but still has to sleep with a machine on her leg. I sent my aunt to get some sleep at her house and I take over for the night. Course she has no internet, so I watched Harry Potter all night long lol.
Now, I'm at work. I'm tired. The freaking phones won't quit ringing and its 3am! WTH.
My next upcoming days: Friday hopefully get my name changed at the bank and work, Frid
Sunday I go home, sleep, get up, and go feed my dogs. I hadn't been feeding them much because Brandon's alternator went bad and we had to share a car one two nights and then another night I I had my mom feed them again so I could visit my grandmother in the hospital. I get to my parent's house, where they stay, and my dog Bella won't use her back left leg at all. She had been limping on it, but now it looks useless. She also has scrapes on her nose. Oh, look, JJ, my oldest dog, has a gash taken out of his side. Crap. We had a dog fight.
I let Bella in the house and she is crying about her leg it hurts her so much. I give her one of her pain pills and we have to feed her turkey meat because she won't eat her dog food. Monday I take her to the vet while the DH is out apartment hunting with MIL. Bella needs knee surgery, but I have to take her to another vet for a referral. Sigh. Thats gonna cost me.
The apartment hunting went fine, DH went to put a deposit on one on Tuesday, but for some reason we had to go more apartment hunting on Wednesday. That took like all day...then we needed to go to the grocery store, too. Sigh.
Tuesday I went to the dentist...just to hear from him that filling they're watching is fine and the dental hygenist waits for him to leave and tells me I should have it replaced no matter what he says. WTF. I just had fillings replaced in DECEMBER! Spare me.
Wednesday night I'm at my grandma's house. She's been released home but still has to sleep with a machine on her leg. I sent my aunt to get some sleep at her house and I take over for the night. Course she has no internet, so I watched Harry Potter all night long lol.
Now, I'm at work. I'm tired. The freaking phones won't quit ringing and its 3am! WTH.
My next upcoming days: Friday hopefully get my name changed at the bank and work, Frid
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I renamed the blog...
So I was thinking about my little blog and thought, well, I really don't have too much special to say but like the idea of having a playground on the internet for when I want it.
The crap that is different in my life right now is that I'm married...and there is nothing else different lol.
We kinda lived together beforehand, but not really. Now, we do. Except we have 4 dogs who need a back yard, we can't afford a house right now, and paying rent for our own place, all his mom's bills, too (since we support her), plus saving for a house is dumb. Just really dumb. So our answer is to keep living with the 'rents til we can get our own place to live in with our dogs. And someday make babies.
I'm sure you can imagine how much fun it is living in someone else's house, wanting to do your own thing, but knowing all the while that someone else will still trump you because its her house. Yes, we're starting off living with his mom who has no problems letting me know that she needs her room vacuumed to, or the trash needs to go out this second, not later tonight when we're going by the trash dumpster anyways, or other little things. She's really not a monster, but she just has been shut in for so long she doesn't think of things the same way. Nor do I think she understands we're not really living with her. Given we pay almost all the bills and cover just about everything for her except the rent, drive her everywhere since she can't, and go to Jack in the Box every single fucking day just because she refuses to order stuff from the grocery store to eat in house every day, we feel she lives with us, not us with her. She totally doesn't see it that way.
So, there it is. I'm married, now what.
I'm sure she'll be brought up again soon, but in the mean time, the little hope on the horizon is that she turns 55 in May and the lease is up in June. We SHOULD be signing a lease on a 55 and over community in Farmer's Branch on Monday for her and moving her out there. Granted, its not that close to Forney, where we will be living with my parents at that point, but at least she may get to go to the grocery store on her own with them rather than with us...and hopefully there will be no Jack in the Box trips as I'm not driving out there. Gawd...I'm sure somehow she'll increase her doctors' appointments just to get back at us.
Anyways, thats it. The long road to saving money and searching for a home with a good backyard, not a crappy one, has begun. Death to all credit cards.
The crap that is different in my life right now is that I'm married...and there is nothing else different lol.
We kinda lived together beforehand, but not really. Now, we do. Except we have 4 dogs who need a back yard, we can't afford a house right now, and paying rent for our own place, all his mom's bills, too (since we support her), plus saving for a house is dumb. Just really dumb. So our answer is to keep living with the 'rents til we can get our own place to live in with our dogs. And someday make babies.
I'm sure you can imagine how much fun it is living in someone else's house, wanting to do your own thing, but knowing all the while that someone else will still trump you because its her house. Yes, we're starting off living with his mom who has no problems letting me know that she needs her room vacuumed to, or the trash needs to go out this second, not later tonight when we're going by the trash dumpster anyways, or other little things. She's really not a monster, but she just has been shut in for so long she doesn't think of things the same way. Nor do I think she understands we're not really living with her. Given we pay almost all the bills and cover just about everything for her except the rent, drive her everywhere since she can't, and go to Jack in the Box every single fucking day just because she refuses to order stuff from the grocery store to eat in house every day, we feel she lives with us, not us with her. She totally doesn't see it that way.
So, there it is. I'm married, now what.
I'm sure she'll be brought up again soon, but in the mean time, the little hope on the horizon is that she turns 55 in May and the lease is up in June. We SHOULD be signing a lease on a 55 and over community in Farmer's Branch on Monday for her and moving her out there. Granted, its not that close to Forney, where we will be living with my parents at that point, but at least she may get to go to the grocery store on her own with them rather than with us...and hopefully there will be no Jack in the Box trips as I'm not driving out there. Gawd...I'm sure somehow she'll increase her doctors' appointments just to get back at us.
Anyways, thats it. The long road to saving money and searching for a home with a good backyard, not a crappy one, has begun. Death to all credit cards.
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