My nickname is kelly. I'm a 40yr old mom of two beautiful little girls, two guinea pigs and a hamster(Rocky)~ICU nurse~cancer survivor~recovering addict~ex-smoker~living
in Calgary, Alberta.....
.... or...
just another sheep searching for the meaning of life and everlasting
happiness....
bahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
When i find it i'll be sure to let you know though ;)~~~~~~~~
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Currently i don't know if i'm going to maintain
my blog on a daily basis but i am going to blog ACC (cancer) updates - the
original reason for creating my webpage and blog. *Hugs* to my friends and i wish
anyone looking for information about cancer on behalf of themselves or friends
and family all the best on your journey. ~kelly sXe
"With happy
thoughts,
faith and trust and
a sprinkling of fairy dust"
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Saturday, February 08, 2003
A Good Nights Dream
Good grief... i was dreaming i was working trauma again. It wasn't so much working in ICU that used to be a problem for me... alot of it was the politics that went along with it. In my dream they had decided we HAD to wear scrub tshirts belonging to the hospital and they were going to charge 2 bucks everytime we wore one... hehehe... well this got me pissed right off. The hospital used to supply certain areas with scrubs to wear because it could be a messy place to work. It was always one of my major pet peeves that occasionally they would get mad at us for wearing scrub pants instead of the dresses.
G*d talk about sexist... all the little girls in pink dresses and all the little boys in blue pants... ahhhhh give me a break. We'd sometimes have to stand on the beds, bent right over trying to dead lift some totally immobile, patient from a lazyboy back to bed... a real nice sight for anyone watching when you're wearing a dress... blah blah blah etc etc... i'll spare you the rest of my rant. Anyway, back to the dream...
At one point some of my work clothing was behind my patients bedside table where we would normally hang a towel. Right before my shift i was asking one of the nurses to grab my stuff from behind there. There were so many IV's and different pieces of equipment she couldn't quite reach so one of our staff guys grabbed it for me. It was a bikini top and bottom... lol... g*d where does this stuff come from??? That raised a few eyebrows despite the fact i was planning on wearing my scrubs overtop the bikini to work. It didn't raise as many eyebrows as the red,. lacey bra, panty and garter set one of the other girls had on... lol.
Hmm i think dreams are probably best kept to oneself...
susi
10:11 AM
"I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name i recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says:
Wake up my love.
You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that."
- -- Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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"You're an interesting species... an interesting mix.
You're capable of such
beautiful dreams...and such horrible nightmares."
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