Friday, July 31, 2015

Funny Friday - July 2015

Today’s post is this month’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with.

baking in a tornado

I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend. 

Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Sanity Waiting to Happen (http://www.angelaweight.com).




1. "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with a bull." W.C. Fields

2. "Is that a bull in your truck, or are you just happy to see me?"

3. Meanwhile...in Texas...

4. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "I smell bullshit."

5. I've heard of grabbing the bull by the horns...but I didn't realize you were supposed to throw it in your truck afterwards. 


 Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile: 


The Momisodes (http://themomisodes.com
Sanity Waiting to Happen (http://www.angelaweight.com
Spatulas on Parade (http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
Stacy Sews and Schools (http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com
People Don’t Eat Enough Fudge (http://peopledonteatenoughfudge.blogspot.co.uk
The Bergham’s Life Chronicles (http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Southern Belle Charm (http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy (http://dinoheromommy.com
Baking In A Tornado (http://www.BakingInATornado.com
Someone Else’s Genius (http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com
Confessions of a part-time working mom (http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch)

Thursday, July 16, 2015

My Road to Healthy - Update #2

A few weeks ago I started on my quest to get fit and healthy. Tired of being embarrassed to wear a bathing suit or walk around in shorts, I decided to take up jogging. Typically I only run if something is chasing me, but even then I'm more likely to play opossum, roll over on my back and act dead.

Week two was still a struggle for me to get up when my alarm went off at 6:15 am, but I did it and felt so much better about myself for sticking with it.

Thursday evening of week two we drove to Melbourne to spend the 4th of July weekend with friends and family. Friday morning I didn't get up as I had hardly gotten any sleep due to my sister-in-law's dog and cat that had us up most of the night. They were out of town in the Keys so we were using their house in exchange for taking care of their pets. I can honestly say that will never happen again, but that a whole other story.


I got to spend July 4th with Kristen Mae, from 
Abandoning Pretense, and her awesome family.

Friday afternoon I was starting to feel really guilty for not getting my run in, so I threw on my jogging gear, laced up my sneakers and headed out the door. 

Thirty minutes later I came panting back into the driveway after having been chased by a tiny dog that jumped out of nowhere and being whistled and yelled at by a couple guys in a truck. Seriously? What the hell is that all about? I'm 99.9% certain that is not an effective way to pick someone up. 

"Oh hey baby! Circle back around. Sure I'm sweaty and disgusting and about to collapse from the Florida heat and humidity, but the way you hung your head out the truck and hollered really gets me in the mood..." said no one. Ever.

Anyway, I made it back to the house and jumped straight in the pool, only removing my sneakers. Then I got myself cleaned up and we headed out for dinner where I gorged myself on bar-b-que.

The following week, on Monday, I got up when my alarm went off and headed out the door. As I was jogging I felt a little twinge every now and then in my knees, but didn't think much of it. I soldiered through Week 2, Day 3 of the C25K app and felt stronger than I had previously.

Wednesday rolled around and I got up for Week 3, Day 1. This week was compromised of a brisk  minute warm up, two repetitions of 90 seconds of jogging, 90 second of walking, three minutes of jogging and three minutes of walking, and a five minute cool down. 

As I started my first bout of jogging I had stabbing pains in my knees, like someone was prodding me with a hot poker. It seemed to wear off as I went on so I kept going, pushing through it. The whole rest of the day I was feeling it. I iced my knees but kept on with my life as though nothing was wrong. 

Little bird and her eggs that I 
check on during my jogs.

Friday morning, when I should have gone out again, I slept in and made breakfast for my best friend and her family who were staying with us. I had decided I was going to give my knees an extra day of rest and go out on Saturday instead. So, Saturday afternoon, after my friends had left, I went over to my parent's house to use the treadmill. 

I got through my brisk five minute warm up and as soon as I started jogging I was hit with fire in my knees again. Determined not to give up, I pushed through the pain of the workout and made myself finish. I would be damned if I was going to quit now after three weeks of getting myself up and out there.

Big mistake.

When your body feels pain like that you should really listed to it and back off. The rest of the day was spent on the couch, moving as little as possible and icing my knees. From research I have done on where the pain is, it would appear I have tendinitis of the knee. Both knees, actually. 

So now I have to rest my knees as much as possible and put the C25K app on the shelf until they are healed. 

Man, am I pissed. 

I have literally been forcing myself to get into the habit of waking up early and jogging, in an effort to do something good for me, and this is how my body repays me.

So I will be swimming and doing yoga until my knees feel better, and then I will start it up again, and hope for the best. 

In the three short weeks that I was jogging, I really started to feel better about myself. I was starting to feel stronger, not knowing my body was planning a rebellion against me.

I hate to think of the setback this will cause, but I am assured by those who are runners that my body will remember quickly and it won't be as bad as I think.

I was noticing on the days I was jogging that my anxiety was so much less noticeable. I also felt as though I had more self confidence. I'm sad to report that the pain doesn't seem to be easing up. My knees are OK when I wake up in the morning, but as the day wears on, the pain gets worse. I don't exactly have the luxury of sitting around elevating my legs all day being that I have a gaggle of kids to take care of.

I will try not to let this get me down and will try to find peace in my yoga and swimming and give my body time to heal.

I may not be able to run, but I am not giving up on a healthier, happier me.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Guest Post: I Hate My Job - Update

Back in May I had a guest post from a woman who was beyond frustrated with her job. Not what she does for a living, but the conditions her patient lives in on a daily basis.

Today she is back with an update for everyone. I hope you will all be as kind and understanding as you were towards her original post.


Hi friends. It’s been awhile since my original post about my nursing job.

I was really hoping for some good news for you.

First off let me say thank you for all of your positive responses about my story. I have to admit that I was worried that some people might be asses about my despair. That is however not why I was anonymous and why I continue to be. It’s to protect my job and patient.

So calls were made and investigations done and I have to report that nothing has changed.

Sure I guess the cleanliness of the home was put first. Dishes were done, laundry taken care of and medications were ordered, but that only lasted so long.

I can’t say I’m surprised. Not by the mother. I am surprised by the system. I probably shouldn’t be, but I am.

When I first made the call, they immediately called me back within an hour and took down all the pertinent information and I expressed how urgent the situation was. I was not at work the day they came to visit and inspect. (I’m referring to Child Protective Services.)

I did however hear second-hand from the other nurse about them being there and that at the end of their inspection they told the mom, “You really have nothing to worry about.”

I can’t even fathom what the fuck that means you guys. I mean, I spent a long time making the decision to report. I am not the type of person to make false claims or to report anybody for mundane stuff. This was my first time EVER reporting someone but it was my job as a nurse. I read over the legal definitions that required me to report trying, TRYING to find a loop-hole telling me that I was overreacting. I didn’t find one. So I did what I’m legally obligated to do.

I feel so let down.

Things after a week turned into the norm again. It was like the system gave everyone this security that, “Ok, we’ve inspected, and have done our job, so go on with your life. Nobody’s dying.”

Yet.

That is the unspoken word and phrase I keep hearing to this day almost a month later, in my head.

I hate that the law and legal system has let me down. I hate more that they have let my patient down.

I hang my head in despair feeling like, “What am I doing here?”

“Am I really making a difference?”

I think I am but I’m not sure most days. Especially now. It appears that now that the home has been inspected and just pushed aside that maybe I was just exaggerating and I know deep inside I wasn’t and am still not, but that’s how it feels.

I will never know what it’s like to have a disabled child. I have a healthy son.

I do know though how it is to take care of a disabled child and to have people think that she is my child, even the doctor’s that see us. That I know more about her lifestyle and daily going ons, is sad.

If any one of you can give me some hope and tell me that what I’m doing is not in vain, I would greatly appreciate it.

I dread work more now than I ever did. I still love my job with her. Love my job as a nurse, but don’t quite understand how to deal with the mother anymore.

Thank you again to Silence of The Mom for hosting me anonymously. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have a place to come to.