A CHEAPER HEALTH CARE PLAN...

Got this in an email from friends and thought it was hilarious!!!

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TOP TEN INDICATORS THAT YOUR EMPLOYER HAS CHANGED TO A CHEAPER HEALTH CARE PLAN
(10) Your annual breast exam is done at Hooters.

(9) Directions to your doctor's office include: "Take a left when you enter the trailer park."

(8) The tongue depressors taste faintly of Fudgesicles.

(7) The only proctologist in the plan is "Gus" @ Roto-Rooter.

(6) The only item listed under Preventive Care Coverage is "an apple a day..."

(5) Your primary care physician is wearing the pants you gave to Goodwill last month.

(4) "The patient is responsible for 200% of out-of-network charges," is not a typographical error.

(3) The only expense covered 100% is "embalming."

(2) Your Prozac comes in different colors with little M's on them.

AND THE NUMBER ONE SIGN YOU'VE JOINED A VERY CHEAP HEALTH CARE PLAN:

(1) You ask for Viagra and they give you a Popsicle stick and Duct Tape.

Let's talk about compassion...

I read this on another nurse blogger's site...thought it was perfect!!!

http://head-nurse.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-talk-about-compassion.html

Finally....

I'm just ending my 4th day in a row of work. I am mentally and physically exhausted.

My first shift was an "extra shift". I picked it up for a coworker who needed the day off. I was excited for the extra money. When I got to work I was handed the short end of the stick let me tell ya! I had a horrible night and was ticked that I agreed to pick it up. I had to give myself a major attitude check and remember that I need to be professional and just provide my best care for my patients.

I don't have much time to rest up before my next shift. I come back Tuesday and work every other day for the next week :( Oh well...I do love my job...even when the work is a little bit tougher and tests my patience!

Decisions...

Making some major decisions for myself...all of which I am thrilled about. Can't wait to have them manifest!!!

"Why are you a nurse...?"

A blogger that I follow posted this on her blog...and it couldn't be more true! Check it out!

http://10centandbeyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-are-you-nurse.html

To God from dog...

To God…From the Dog

Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?

Dear God: When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?

Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but NOT ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the “Chrysler Eagle” the “Chrysler Beagle”?

Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID’s, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?

Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
I will not eat the cats’ food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
I will not munch on “leftovers” in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
The sofa is not a “face towel”. Neither are Mom and Dad’s laps.
The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I will not bite the officer’s hand when he reaches in for Mom’s driver’s license.
I will not play tug-of-war with Dad’s underwear when he’s on the toilet.
Sticking my nose into someone’s crotch is an unacceptable way of saying “hello”!
I don’t need to suddenly stand straight up when I am under the coffee table.
I must shake the rain water out of my fur before entering the house-not after.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
The cat is not a “squeaky toy” so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it’s usually not a good thing.

And finally, my last question…

Dear God: When I get to Heaven, may I have my testicles back?

Taking a step back...

I removed this not long after I wrote it because I was afraid of hurting "him". Come on! I got hurt...I'm sure he's a big boy and can handle the truth. If not...we'll probably never talk again anyway.

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Oh boy...I'm an impulsive idiot sometimes.

Ten years ago (before I married the ass ex-husband) I met this handsome and amazing man in Las Vegas. I was 19 and he was 29. We hit it off and I fell in love with him. I was living with Scott at the time but we were "separated". Don't ask. Anyway...the new guy (Brannon) wanted to steal me away from Scott. He hated that he treated me so poorly. I was in this huge city all by myself. All I knew was Scott. I was terrified to leave him. Lord only knows I should have done it...it would have been easier than being married to him for 7 miserable years.

I ended up going back to Scott and we got married March 10, 2000. I was 19 years old. Young and stupid. I quickly lost touch with Brannon. Well...I was threatened and told never to have anymore contact with him. Life went on and we ended up moving from Las Vegas to Temecula, CA in June of 2001. I didn't even get to spend my 21st birthday in Vegas! :(

Ten years later, I am divorced and very single with no children. I was getting ready for work one day and Brannon's face popped into my head! WOAH! It was pretty bizarre. I had thought about him through the years. He gave me this CD by a group called Shai. He used to sing one song in particular to me called "Together Forever". I have the CD on my iPod to this day. I think about him anytime I hear it. I looked for him through the years...off and on. I would look for him on different social sites but never found him. Had no clue if he was even alive. When his face flashed in my eyes, I went right to my computer and looked for him on Facebook. I FOUND HIM! I emailed him and asked if he remembered me...and he did of course.

We started talking on Sunday night and by Monday evening I was driving 4 hours to Las Vegas. Things picked up right where they left off 10 years ago...seemed to anyway. He sang that song to me over the phone. All the feelings I once had for him came rushing right back. I thought they had for him too. I got to his house around 11:30 Monday night and we talked for a while. He hadn't changed a bit and he said the same about me.

We were discussing my move back to Vegas...yes...my move back! I missed Vegas...I missed him...I wanted to see where this was going to go with him and couldn't do it from California. While I was in Vegas for those 2 days I went to the Nevada State Board of Nursing and had my fingerprints done so that I could get my license there and start working. All I had to do now was send in my application and look for housing. He told me not to move there for him...do it for myself and think of him as the bonus. I tried thinking that way but who am I kidding? There would have been great job opportunities there but I was doing this for him. All for him.

Well here I am one week later and I haven't heard anything from Brannon in 3 days. I've called...I've sent text messages...I've emailed. I've been stressing myself out for the past week about this...wondering if I am making the right move...wondering if this is what God wants. Why else would he suddenly bring this man back into my life after 10 long years? I had myself so stressed out that I wasn't eating (yes, i know better) and my stomach was one constant cramp. I ended up getting a couple of different job offers in Las Vegas. Again...why would I get job offers if I wasn't supposed to go?

I've prayed about this...I've cried about it...I've been angry about it...and now...I am taking a step back and re-evaluating things. This is crazy! I will not move there with the hopes of rekindling this romance with him when he can't won't even return calls or messages. I hate that I am so impulsive sometimes a lot of the time. I wear my heart on my sleeve and always try to see the good in people but have been getting burned lately. Oh well...you would think I would be used to it by now. I'm tired of getting hurt now...so tired.

So here I am...still in California. Who knows what will happen now. I was on the verge of giving up a great job that I love, my friends, my church, and everything I've known for the past 10 years. It was a risk I was willing to take for a him.

I still love him...I still care about him. I deserve to be happy. My best friend's mom called and left me a message. She basically said, "Stop looking for someone like your daddy...you'll never find him." So true. My daddy is the most wonderful man I know :) I told her I just wanted to find an "honest" man. She said, " I don't know anyone who is honest anymore...just look for a good man." Wow! I think I'm just going to stop looking, go out with my friends and enjoy life, get to know my church family, and wait for the right one to find me. I'm lost and don't know what else to do at this point.

I need to remember my quote that I have posted to the right...“One day at a time--this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.”

I think maybe the reason this has all happened is so that he and I can have some closure.

Happy Birthday...

Yesterday (July 15th) would have been my Uncle Donald's 50th birthday. He passed away 3 years ago. I can only imagine the time he is having in Heaven. We all miss him more than words can say! Happy Birthday Uncle Donald...see you soon!