The idea of being recognized for performing a job above the level of the expected competencies is relatively common. In the general business world, it seems as if any Joe Schmoe can sharpen a pencil and end up with an extra framed certificate for the wall and a congratulatory slap on the back. In the … Continue reading Forget the flowers… I’d rather be a cactus. Analyzing the flawed system of recognizing nursing skill.
Today was the day. The day you felt the overwhelming urge to be done with this life. Suicide felt like the right decision. As a relief from pain you have been desperately trying to escape. There was a flaw in your plan. Fear, family, friends or fate caused a pause in the plan you were … Continue reading As an inpatient psychiatric nurse, I’m glad you’re here.
I am sure that everyone has read her comments. The mom in the comment section of an article, news story, or personal status who decides that her opinion is so incredibly important that everyone must not only be subjected to reading it but must also agree with her. She clearly states that all her ducks … Continue reading Dear Perfect Comment Section Mom, STFU. Sincerely, everyone else on the planet.
Christmas tree, presents, cookies, vomit, boogers, and fevers. All of these things describe holiday traditions in our home. Since having children we have not experienced a holiday season without a gross illness sweeping through our household. It’s as if my family’s immune system takes a holiday and good old Santa brings the germs. I picture … Continue reading I think Santa delivers germs: Sick kids as a holiday tradition.
Jeff in his designated spot with his designated best human. Jeff is one of those accidental cats. He just kind of appeared on our little farm and decided we were his home. He was tiny, adorable, and the kids found him first... and named him Jeffery Albert Batman, Jeff for short. He wasn't going anywhere. … Continue reading Jeff the cat, provider of love, laughs, and teacher of empathy.
“Don’t dwell on the fact that they they are growing beyond needing you for everything, but rather celebrate.”
It's a tale as old as time. An obnoxious, repetitive, meaningless children's song is released and suddenly every toddler within earshot becomes obsessed. Obsessed isn't the right word… possessed might better capture the phenomenon. The Baby Shark craze has hit my home like a toddler tsunami. At any given time, a peaceful moment can be … Continue reading Baby Shark is Mommy-Kryptonite.
The day has finally come to an end. There is a glimmer of hope that you will be able exhale the stress that has built throughout your daily grind. You've come prepared. The popcorn and the appropriately paired wine are on-board. Everything is starting to look up. Suddenly you begin to feel uneasy. The spidey … Continue reading Man TV: When relaxation time turns into a hostage situation.
Emotions have always been carefully controlled in my life. Growing up I was told not to be upset when bad things happened. This did not eliminate the issue I was facing but facilitated a pattern of suppressing what I was feeling and only revealing levels of emotional expression that would be considered acceptable. As with … Continue reading Trying to express emotion when you’ve lived life emotionally controlled. A story of a failed attempt at opening up.
I let it all spill out there until I am bone dry. The addiction to create has been filled. At least, for a little while.