Tunse' world!
You know I really have no idea why I came on here to write a post. I have nothing in particular to write about, I guess I just felt like typing. I just woke up from a 3 hour nap, so now it is 11:00 at night and I want to conquer the world. Well, now that I am on here, I guess I better think of something important to write. hmmmm.....okay I guess I will attempt to entertain you with something that happened to me a while ago. This actually isn't a story from school here, but I thought about it today.
You know, there are a lot of things in life that I like to laugh about. Laughing is basically the greatest thing invented. Serioulsy, without laughing life would be a boring, dark tube. Sorry, that is the only way I can describe it.:) Of course, there are days in the echoing, hollow dining hall that I hate my loud laugh and nose flare. Everyone looking at me and wondering if it is actually cranberry juice in front of me, or if I am in with the dining hall man, and he made me a Tequilla. I don't even know how to spell that, so I doubt it. Tell the school that though, they wouldn't believe you.
Anywhoo, the point to that paragraph was to bring you to this point. There are just some things in life that are not laughing matters. Believe it or not. You see, this next story is one that I am not proud of, and do not want to be remembered for. It is one of horror and embarressment. Many a people have heard it, but I am really just feeling the need to share it on this blog. I do not know why, I just do.
It all began on a crisp, cold day. Me and some of my family were in a city that we go to many a time. It is not a strange city to me, I know it like the posterior of my hand. So you see, I really had to go to the washroom, and I don't mean a little. I mean, I was in the Pampers aisle in Wal-Mart and wondering what they would do if I ripped one of those purple little bags open and put one on. It was bad, not going to lie. Luckily, my family decided it was time to leave, so we went to this restaurant. I booked it into the bathroom, and opened the door.
See here is the thing, I really appreciate people who clean bathrooms. I really do. This summer I was the leader of a bunch of junior teens at camp, and that is what we did..EVERYDAY!!!Clean bathrooms. I really do appreciate it. It is not fun.
This is my only complaint though. When you are cleaning the bathroom of the opposite gender, LEAVE if the opposite gender comes in. So, back to my story. I go into the bathroom and there is a worker standing there of the opposite gender. I think I am usually a farely friendly person, but in this case I didn't care. You see, I stood there waiting, inside the door, for him to leave for a VERY LONG time. The only thing I said to him was "hi". I didn't start a conversation. I thought about it, but I thought that would encourage him to stay longer so I refrained. We just stood there smiling at each other. His teeth really stood out because he was a black guy. I remember that cleary enough.
I also remember debating just using the stall. There was a door on it,and by that point I didn't care. I was just about to walk in and micturate when the light bulb went off in my mind. Yeah, I know what you all are thinking. IDIOT!!! Yes, I know, that is how I feel when I look back. For those of you who havn't caught on yet, I love you, because that means I am not the only one who is slow. You see, this very smiley young man was most definitly on the urinal. I was so horrified!!!!
I can tell you right now that I would not be smiling if someone was watching me go to the bathroom for like 2 minutes. There would be zero smiles. I would be yelling things! Probably not nice things! Things like what is wrong with you? or you need help!!! Things like that. Unlike, this very nice guy who just smiled at me. Can you imagine if I would have started a conversation. "So, how do you like cleaning the bathroom?" "Good pay?" "Whats the secret to the pizza here?" "Can I give you a little tip? You arn't going to get much done standing against the wall." To this day, I do not know how I clued in. I really don't. I do know this, I don't think he spoke English AND I ran out the door saying" I am in the wrong bathroom..arnt I."
I went back to my table with my family and didn't tell them. Still havn't, I don't want to be disowned. They were probably wondering why I held the menu in front of my face so long. It might have been because I had a perfect view to the inside of the kitchen, and there he was making my food.Glancing up once in a while at me with that smile I knew all to well.He was probably telling his buddies in another language how perverted Canada is and to stay away from table # 5.
Sigh! Well, that is my story! Now you can see why I can't laugh about everything. I can laugh about it now, after a few months of couselling. I am pretty sure I saw that guy going into the counsellors office beside me though. Wouldn't blame him, poor innocent man. It takes time to heal though.Wonder how he is doing? Here's my closing advice.
Those stick men/women on the doors of washrooms have a deeper meaning. Please find that meaning and follow it. It will lead you to a happier life.
Keep laughing my friends. Jess
Friday, October 26, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
TO READ? OR NOT TO READ? THAT IS THE QUESTION
H to the ello!!!
Sorry we havn't written on here for a while. Somewhere between August 26 and now my life went from peaceful and great to...ummmm..DEATH!!! Just kidding! Not quite that extreme!
I have been trying to think of something to write about on here. I can't even remember everything that has happened actually! This post might be really long, because as I write I remember stuff.:) So yeah, there is this really cool thing called intermissions that you can take if you need too. I will warn you though, nursing has its awkward moments!What I mean is if you want to be scarred for life by all means continue. If you don't want things etched in your mind, forever to be tattooed.. STOP NOW!!! Dont say I did not warn you!I do not want to be the cause of your cardiac arrest. Heres my attempt to tell you little by little some of the experiences we have had in the last few months...story by story
First story
Ok, so about my last comment. The cardiac arrest one.I know what you were thinking"I am a healthy person! I won't have a heart attack!" Thats what I thought too, until I realized one thing and one thing only. Nursing does weird things to a person..and I mean weird. I have witnessed, experienced and attempted things that I never thought possible. They have made my heart beat faster, and my spleen excrete. (I dont think that is possible but you get it.) One minute you are standing there wondering when you get to shove a needle into someone, and the next thing you know you are on the ground holding your chest begging someone, anyone to save you. Do you want to know why? I will tell you! I am not going to go into graphic details of what we experience. I am not like that, and neither are you. TRUST ME!!! I will tell you this..God made bodies really cool. I have especially come to realize here. We are each so intricatly made..it is unreal! This is how this day went down..
rated-14a
We were in our lab class, which is really fun. We get to wear scrubs and look all professional. We do crazy stuff in like this hospital setting. It is pretty cool..most of the time. On this particular day we were doing bed baths.K, I know what ya'll are thinking! A bed bath is a bath in bed:) Is that what you were thinking? The teacher was showing us how to do it on a dummy, which we all breathed a sigh of relief about. See we have these dummies, and they are really creepy and look real. This dummy was a girl and the teacher attempted to show us how to go about giving a bed bath. At this point in nursing, I have had to really learn to not laugh at certain things. Apparently, it is unprofessional.The teacher said we had to act like adults.Who would have thunk it? I was so calm, just standing there. I was doing good! I was proud of myself! The MARRIED ADULT lady on the other hand, standing beside me was laughing hyserically. Boy was I praying for strength not to laugh,Man did it hurt though! K, so we finished with the bed bath, and I was like all happy cause I made it through...adult like. I took a sigh of relief and just as I was about to exhale I see the teacher pull out this box. Apparently, we were not done! See I had this fear inside of me that there was going to be more because there always is. In my mind I was thinking there was going to be another dummy that was a boy, I was just hoping she wouldn't ask me to go get it. They are so disturbing!!! I was partially right. Luckily, I did not have to go get another dummy, the dummy we had already was special..real special. How shall I put this nicely? Inside the box was a little click on part...I am sorry guys for sharing that with you, but it was tooooo much. It could change from a boy to a girl! AHHHHH!! Well, that was it, I was laughing so hard..ho man!!No more Miss-be-mature from me. Nope, that was the line!This is the part of the story where my heart stops and my spleen excretes. I beg for my life to be saved. Luckily, other people were laughing by that point, so I wasn't the only one. It was to much for me. I am not going to share anymore, because I think I have said enough. Ask me sometime the rest. I might share it!!...maybe. Actually, ask Amanda she will tell you!
I hope this didn't offend anyone, but alot of this blog for is something I can do, so I have something to look back on and laugh about. I found this funny, but maybe that is because I am becoming immune to stuff like this. There are many more stories that I could share, but I think you can only handle one a year. I was going to tell more stories, that weren't so rank, but this post is getting really long. I will save them for next time. Hopefully, I can be more consistant with writing on here. Please pray for us! We both would appreciate it! O yeah, and please pray that my laughing will not get me fired. Stupid coping mechanisms! Take Care!
Sorry we havn't written on here for a while. Somewhere between August 26 and now my life went from peaceful and great to...ummmm..DEATH!!! Just kidding! Not quite that extreme!
I have been trying to think of something to write about on here. I can't even remember everything that has happened actually! This post might be really long, because as I write I remember stuff.:) So yeah, there is this really cool thing called intermissions that you can take if you need too. I will warn you though, nursing has its awkward moments!What I mean is if you want to be scarred for life by all means continue. If you don't want things etched in your mind, forever to be tattooed.. STOP NOW!!! Dont say I did not warn you!I do not want to be the cause of your cardiac arrest. Heres my attempt to tell you little by little some of the experiences we have had in the last few months...story by story
First story
Ok, so about my last comment. The cardiac arrest one.I know what you were thinking"I am a healthy person! I won't have a heart attack!" Thats what I thought too, until I realized one thing and one thing only. Nursing does weird things to a person..and I mean weird. I have witnessed, experienced and attempted things that I never thought possible. They have made my heart beat faster, and my spleen excrete. (I dont think that is possible but you get it.) One minute you are standing there wondering when you get to shove a needle into someone, and the next thing you know you are on the ground holding your chest begging someone, anyone to save you. Do you want to know why? I will tell you! I am not going to go into graphic details of what we experience. I am not like that, and neither are you. TRUST ME!!! I will tell you this..God made bodies really cool. I have especially come to realize here. We are each so intricatly made..it is unreal! This is how this day went down..
rated-14a
We were in our lab class, which is really fun. We get to wear scrubs and look all professional. We do crazy stuff in like this hospital setting. It is pretty cool..most of the time. On this particular day we were doing bed baths.K, I know what ya'll are thinking! A bed bath is a bath in bed:) Is that what you were thinking? The teacher was showing us how to do it on a dummy, which we all breathed a sigh of relief about. See we have these dummies, and they are really creepy and look real. This dummy was a girl and the teacher attempted to show us how to go about giving a bed bath. At this point in nursing, I have had to really learn to not laugh at certain things. Apparently, it is unprofessional.The teacher said we had to act like adults.Who would have thunk it? I was so calm, just standing there. I was doing good! I was proud of myself! The MARRIED ADULT lady on the other hand, standing beside me was laughing hyserically. Boy was I praying for strength not to laugh,Man did it hurt though! K, so we finished with the bed bath, and I was like all happy cause I made it through...adult like. I took a sigh of relief and just as I was about to exhale I see the teacher pull out this box. Apparently, we were not done! See I had this fear inside of me that there was going to be more because there always is. In my mind I was thinking there was going to be another dummy that was a boy, I was just hoping she wouldn't ask me to go get it. They are so disturbing!!! I was partially right. Luckily, I did not have to go get another dummy, the dummy we had already was special..real special. How shall I put this nicely? Inside the box was a little click on part...I am sorry guys for sharing that with you, but it was tooooo much. It could change from a boy to a girl! AHHHHH!! Well, that was it, I was laughing so hard..ho man!!No more Miss-be-mature from me. Nope, that was the line!This is the part of the story where my heart stops and my spleen excretes. I beg for my life to be saved. Luckily, other people were laughing by that point, so I wasn't the only one. It was to much for me. I am not going to share anymore, because I think I have said enough. Ask me sometime the rest. I might share it!!...maybe. Actually, ask Amanda she will tell you!
I hope this didn't offend anyone, but alot of this blog for is something I can do, so I have something to look back on and laugh about. I found this funny, but maybe that is because I am becoming immune to stuff like this. There are many more stories that I could share, but I think you can only handle one a year. I was going to tell more stories, that weren't so rank, but this post is getting really long. I will save them for next time. Hopefully, I can be more consistant with writing on here. Please pray for us! We both would appreciate it! O yeah, and please pray that my laughing will not get me fired. Stupid coping mechanisms! Take Care!
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