MRI and Mr. Bojangles

Yes, Brandon went into one of those thingies where you must remove all things metal, slide into a tiny little hole, and listen to banging, clanging, and jackhammering while some mystical magnet somehow makes a picture of whatever body part its told to.

His took two and a half hours. He was soooo pissed.

But, we now know he has a torn disc, a bulging disc, and some disc degeneration. Now for steroid shots, another MRI, and and EMG.

What the hell did he do to himself? Your guess is as good as ours.

On a funnier note...I had to go to work before Brandon today so he was sitting in the room byhimself watching tv and saw something out of the corner of his eye. Yes, everyone, apparently we have a mouse living in the vicinity of our bedroom. Awesome.

He's named him Mr. Bojangles.

/facepalm

Random this's and that's...

So, life has been going on alright. Got called in on call last night to work. That sucked, but oh well, it happens.

Last week my patient told me that he hoped to see me one day in a grocery store so he could buy me ice cream. My patients last night were the sweetest ever. I've been really lucky to have such wonderful people to take care of lately.

World of Warcraft has been going awesome. Brandon and I were accepted to the Raider rank in our guild as some of the first to compare the others to and we were thrilled about that. We now have all 25 man content on farm and are preparing for the next big thing.

I did some achievements, cooking ones actually, the other day then my dad sent me a whole bunch of pictures and I totally have to post them for comparision:

World of Warcraft Critter Gitter achievement on Broshunteri:


And one of the pictures my dad sent me:

Just amused me.

Brandon ran into a Texas Ranger at work the other day. He has always entertained the idea of giving himself the chance to promote to the position of Texas Ranger and seeing him just got him excited again. To do that, you much be a State Trooper. Then a few days later he ran into a State Trooper who told him they hadn't been getting many applications that they can accept so they extended the application deadline to June, which is just long enough for Brandon to make 2 years at Plano and apply with the amount of college hours he has to be a State Trooper. So, stay tuned...he may be moving to Austin for 6 months and I'll be living with the parents by myself...except on weekends of course.

In the mean time, that has me thinking about applying to get my masters degree in nursing in the near future. Brandon and I are still talking timelines for that. If I wanted to start in Spring 2010, my application needs to be in by September, so I have some wiggle room.

Well, for the life of me I cannot think of the YouTube I threatened Brandon I'd post. There was a story there. Maybe I'm tired. Oh well, I'm going to bed. I'm up too late anyways. Bella decided she wanted to take 45 minute to pee once and poop three freaking times this morning. I'm gonna kill her. I would have already but she's just too damned cute.

My name is Kelly?

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.

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.

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:

• 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.

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.