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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| What child's book do you most identify with, either because it's you or because it brings back fond memories? My favorite is "Are You My Mother?' A little bird falls from the nest and travels all over asking everyone he meets if they are his mother. He had yet to meet his mother before his fall from the nest. She had gone to find food for him in case he hatched. The reason this story is my favorite is because it was the one my son always wanted me to read. I acted it out with funny voices and flew him around the room as I read it. It was a special time that we shared and one of my favorite memories. I can't look at the book without tearing up, in a good way. Books are an amazing gift when shared. |
| If you painted a portrait of your favorite place, where would it be? If you painted a portrait of your favorite people to meet or be with, who would they be? Who would you choose to snuggle with again? What descriptive color would you paint yourself and why? Sundays, for me, are contemplative and introspective days. They offer calm and promote feelings of peace. My color is lilac. My favorite place would be camping in the woods with my family. I would invite a great storyteller to our campfire. My husband or kids would be my snuggle partners. |
Gray Hazy muted tones of Gray Tinted Sky before the storm Nature's twitching pendulum Baited breath of tumultuous time Clouds hover gloomy in anticipation With Orb of light in pending retreat Sweet whispering yawn of waiting Planet's gentle sojourn of expectation Flowers poised in upward stance Interim of calming shadows cast Contemplated promise of renewal Foretelling prophecy of troubled waters Ominous hesitancy drifting in the air Paused palette of celestial color Dimmed vault of azure coming Willowed branches with arms await Hungered greed for plighted gift Visioned beyond the hazy gray Oath of dawning behind the haze |
| The sad news is that my sister has Leukemia. She has spent the last six months feeling terrible and knowing every moment that she might die. She has faced chemo with grace. Spending months in the hospital and losing her hair she treated as a temporary set back. She has been an inspiration. Family members were not close enough matches for marrow. The good news today, an international donor gave the gift of life. She received a transplant and is doing wonderfully. We will wait to see the full outcome for her but thank you seems so inadequate for this gift. God bless you for letting her have a chance at holding her grandbabies and taking walks in the park. Your gift allowed someone to cherish life a little longer. If you are not on the donor list, sign up. There are so many people waiting for a chance to live. |
Old Photographs I gaze upon the grey and white; Grainy images of long ago. Scattered memories of yesterday, A real, but distant echo of days past; I reminisce on images of old; Kin of my generations portrayed; Portals of time chronologically reflected. Epic glimpse of place, breeds familiar. Whether image bares historical lineage, Or intimate soul of my life displayed. Passages of time with the era swiftly gone; Spanning decades of characters connect. A multitude of lifetime passings, Ego touched, by emotional antiquity; With the faint sting of loss engraved. History of my youth, memories evoked. Tattered remnants of days long past; Replicated visions inspire longing; Recalling thoughts of moments lost A legacy of love and family, Heritage conspired to create my entity. Here and now, born of once upon. Clan of honor, visibly exhibited Within the realm of these old photographs. |
| God Loves When your true love knows you Truly knows your being and your soul A granted intuition of pain and conflict Recognition of all emotion within Acceptance of all that you are Breech of your armor refurbished Fragility in façade secured in fortitude No pretense to bare false witness Bringing strength to be exceeding Eagerness to calm all fears eternally Salve applied to the wounds of life Comfort for the tears that fall Splendid joy in knowing such love Freedom from all inhibitions A surrender of ego to another An exquisite release of self |
Being a Nurse is Unexplainable I write daily about my feelings, people, events, or memories While most people spend their leisure on crossword puzzles, My passion is the written word and expression of my thoughts I recently realized that I had failed to convey my thoughts About a subject that I am involved in on a daily basis Nursing, being a nurse, it is a big part of who I am Whether I am working or just out and about in town People know me as a mother, a nurse, and a person of faith I am afforded a certain amount of decorum based on the titles Putting pen to paper to describe the role of a nurse is the hardest for me It is an ever-changing, stress rendering, by the seat of your pants industry No two days mimic each other and some days, survival is your only goal I have experienced bone-tiring, mind melting, body fluid covered exhaustion I have laughed, I have cried, I have hugged, and have been thoroughly disgusted In one 12 hour shift, I have cleaned, wiped, medicated, needled, fed, and worried In one 12 hour shift, I have walked with, talked with, sat with, and cared about In one 12 hour shift, I have admitted, discharged, educated patients, and argued staffing In one 12 hour shift, I have phoned doctors, cat teams, supervisors, and pharmacy In one 12 hour shift, I have advocated for, cajoled, bargained with, and battled In one 12 hour shift, I have learned, experienced, team-worked, and helped At the end of my 12 hour shift, I must chart all of these duties and missions At the end of my 12 hour shift, an explanation of my full bladder is explored My dilemma comes when trying to translate this to nonmedical personnel My dilemma comes when trying to justify the tasks to administration Due to a multitude of stressors added with impossible expectations, nursing has changed The divine decree of hospital regulations to do more with less hinders healthcare Sitting on committees, attending staff meetings, and more school are added requirements Never being sick and scheduling your live 3 months in advance are presumed Medical advancement and scientific technology have benefitted in many ways At the end of the day, it is the nurse lost to injury or burnout that impede bedside nursing I am often asked if I would do it all again if nursing is a good career? My answer, in one 12 hour shift I have cared, loved, known, hugged and made a difference |
| Pain is not a friend but at least I see an end Temporary discomfort pays a visit Never would I have wished it but now that it's here I'll have no fear I'll muddle through And will recoup I'll rest when told My pillow I'll hold Doctor's orders I'll follow Even though it hurts to swallow Never will I be shallow or sit in misery to wallow Modern drugs work wonders For greater pain lies with others Many suffer agony undisguised Short-lived pain I’ll take in stride |
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