There are just some things, one shouldn't mention or talk about at the dinner table. Right?
Likewise, there are at least three things that should never be discussed at work. Am I correct?
And along this random line of thinking, can anyone tell me or define, what "mixed company" means?
This 'work week' has come to a close for me. Later today I will venture home. It will be a quiet ride home for me, one spent reflecting and thinking. Just one of the benefits of riding a steelhorse... there are only two individuals one can talk to on the road. One just has to be open and willing to listen to what the other has to say.
I will filter, screen, edit, and censor what I say and tell about my experiences this week. Anything spoken, will be appropriate for a dinner conversation. And, I will not mention the 'unmentionables,' in the presence of mixed company.
It will not appear here.
There's a catch phrase out there...
It's an adventure!
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Merry Christmas!
I had a few things I had to do last Wednesday early in the day. Which of course took longer than I had planned. So I began my ride to Yuma late in the afternoon... 4:00pm to be exact! I figured three hours, be there a little after 7:00pm. What I failed to do was account for the temperature drop in the outlying areas!
By the time I got to Gila Bend for my fuel stop, it was getting chilly. Already down into the low 50's, now add the wind effect of traveling at highway speeds and the "feels like" temp is in the upper 30's. So I decided to put on my chaps and venture on. I little to the West of town, as the sun was setting, I started to feel the cold. And it was only going to get colder over the next two hours.
Winter has finally arrived in Arizona!
So I made the decision to turn around and head back to Gila Bend, get a hotel for the night, and hit the road around 10:00am the next day to continue on to Yuma. When I got settled in the hotel, I checked the weather forecast and saw the freeze warning till 10:00am on Thursday morning for the entire WSW corner of the State. Needless to say, I slept-in a little longer, layered-up, broke out the winter riding gloves, and hit the road around 11:00am.
As I loaded up my bike, it was still feeling a little crisp. Yet once I geared up and got on the road, even with the wind effect, it was a comfortable ride. Actually got a little warm as I neared Yuma and opened the vents on my helmet and jacket.
So this morning, marks the halfway point on this trip to Yuma. I will be working the next three nights as well, meaning I will be here through the day after Christmas. This is my third trip to Yuma on this contract, yet I will have effectively worked five out of the thirteen weeks! Eight more weeks to work... which means only four more trips. The elegant beauty of a "super-weekend" schedule... work a week (6 days), take a week off (8 days)!
I don't mind working Christmas... in fact, I think I will volunteer to work every Christmas, wherever I happen to find myself in the future. It is my gift to others!
So to everyone, please be assured. There are Medical, Pre-Hospital, Public Safety, and most importantly, members of our Military... that are on-Duty, standing-by, responding, and actively making a difference in these coming days.
I wish everyone, a very, Merry Christmas!
By the time I got to Gila Bend for my fuel stop, it was getting chilly. Already down into the low 50's, now add the wind effect of traveling at highway speeds and the "feels like" temp is in the upper 30's. So I decided to put on my chaps and venture on. I little to the West of town, as the sun was setting, I started to feel the cold. And it was only going to get colder over the next two hours.
Winter has finally arrived in Arizona!
So I made the decision to turn around and head back to Gila Bend, get a hotel for the night, and hit the road around 10:00am the next day to continue on to Yuma. When I got settled in the hotel, I checked the weather forecast and saw the freeze warning till 10:00am on Thursday morning for the entire WSW corner of the State. Needless to say, I slept-in a little longer, layered-up, broke out the winter riding gloves, and hit the road around 11:00am.
As I loaded up my bike, it was still feeling a little crisp. Yet once I geared up and got on the road, even with the wind effect, it was a comfortable ride. Actually got a little warm as I neared Yuma and opened the vents on my helmet and jacket.
So this morning, marks the halfway point on this trip to Yuma. I will be working the next three nights as well, meaning I will be here through the day after Christmas. This is my third trip to Yuma on this contract, yet I will have effectively worked five out of the thirteen weeks! Eight more weeks to work... which means only four more trips. The elegant beauty of a "super-weekend" schedule... work a week (6 days), take a week off (8 days)!
I don't mind working Christmas... in fact, I think I will volunteer to work every Christmas, wherever I happen to find myself in the future. It is my gift to others!
So to everyone, please be assured. There are Medical, Pre-Hospital, Public Safety, and most importantly, members of our Military... that are on-Duty, standing-by, responding, and actively making a difference in these coming days.
I wish everyone, a very, Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Sort of...
About six months ago, across the way, there was an Agave that sent up a stalk. The plant bloomed, has since died, and been replaced... sort of...
I grabbed one of the fallen blooms. I literally reached over a three foot fence, admittedly crossing a property line, and picked up a sprig of a plant, that only had two leaves on it. Now as this plant was dying, it sent up something that would improve it's chances of carrying on. As the plant shed it's blooms, the landscape was raked, cleaned up, and always looked nice. It was early in the morning that I did this.
I let the bloom dry out a bit. Took a knife and scored it. Then placed it in a cup of water. When the first hint of a root showed itself, I planted it in a pot of soil.
Around the same time, I bought a pineapple. Enjoyed the fruit, and thought to myself, grow a pineapple! Took the top off, allowed it to season, and now I have a bromeliad that is thriving!
I entrusted them to family when I first left a few months ago. Today, they were brought back to me. I was amazed at how both the Agave and pineapple has grown!
So that is my story.
Someday, I will plant that Agave, right where it came from...
I grabbed one of the fallen blooms. I literally reached over a three foot fence, admittedly crossing a property line, and picked up a sprig of a plant, that only had two leaves on it. Now as this plant was dying, it sent up something that would improve it's chances of carrying on. As the plant shed it's blooms, the landscape was raked, cleaned up, and always looked nice. It was early in the morning that I did this.
I let the bloom dry out a bit. Took a knife and scored it. Then placed it in a cup of water. When the first hint of a root showed itself, I planted it in a pot of soil.
Around the same time, I bought a pineapple. Enjoyed the fruit, and thought to myself, grow a pineapple! Took the top off, allowed it to season, and now I have a bromeliad that is thriving!
I entrusted them to family when I first left a few months ago. Today, they were brought back to me. I was amazed at how both the Agave and pineapple has grown!
So that is my story.
Someday, I will plant that Agave, right where it came from...
Monday, December 17, 2012
Happy Birthday!
I got to celebrate my niece's birthday the other day with family. The adults sat around and talked, the birthday girl, off to play with her cousin. Only saw her for presents and treats! Yet I still smiled...
I recalled some of my birthday parties... wondering who all the adults were, yet was happy to go off and play!
Phoenix had some stormy weather over the weekend. When I left the festivities, I was once again questioned by family regarding safety gear.. I smiled again!
A body, hugging a machine, traveling at 65, 70, maybe 75 mph or more... my leather jacket, chaps, even a helmet... it will make no difference.
I rode that night. I rode home. I rode on the freeways at speeds greater than 65 mph. I just rode...
Watched my windscreen get wet, saw the rain in my headlight, saw the dark patches on the streets. I never got wet!
It wasn't until I got on the streets, that I experienced the rain. And when I did...
I smiled again!
Happy Birthday Emma!
I recalled some of my birthday parties... wondering who all the adults were, yet was happy to go off and play!
Phoenix had some stormy weather over the weekend. When I left the festivities, I was once again questioned by family regarding safety gear.. I smiled again!
A body, hugging a machine, traveling at 65, 70, maybe 75 mph or more... my leather jacket, chaps, even a helmet... it will make no difference.
I rode that night. I rode home. I rode on the freeways at speeds greater than 65 mph. I just rode...
Watched my windscreen get wet, saw the rain in my headlight, saw the dark patches on the streets. I never got wet!
It wasn't until I got on the streets, that I experienced the rain. And when I did...
I smiled again!
Happy Birthday Emma!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Thank you for your Service!
Last night, I had the privilege of caring for three Americans that risked everything for their Country. One was a WWII Veteran, another a Korean War Veteran, another a Vietnam War Veteran.
I had, and took, the opportunity to just sit and talk with each of them, listening to the stories and things that they shared. I am amazed at how much one can learn by just listening. Create the proper conditions, a focused attention, and knowledge is passed.
These were conversations. Three generations, all from different times. I also shared with them a few things that my Grandfather, a WWII Veteran himself, told me. A heartfelt exchange occurred. I thanked each and every one of them for their Service.
Only a few will understand.
I now, do as well.
A micro-community developed last night, as I asked permission to introduce all around, was granted, and four generations came together. It was an awesome experience to be a part of. The oldest of our circle, was 96, the youngest was me.
Eventually, I had to attend to other matters... these three continued... and I smiled.
I had, and took, the opportunity to just sit and talk with each of them, listening to the stories and things that they shared. I am amazed at how much one can learn by just listening. Create the proper conditions, a focused attention, and knowledge is passed.
These were conversations. Three generations, all from different times. I also shared with them a few things that my Grandfather, a WWII Veteran himself, told me. A heartfelt exchange occurred. I thanked each and every one of them for their Service.
Only a few will understand.
I now, do as well.
A micro-community developed last night, as I asked permission to introduce all around, was granted, and four generations came together. It was an awesome experience to be a part of. The oldest of our circle, was 96, the youngest was me.
Eventually, I had to attend to other matters... these three continued... and I smiled.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Hummers...
And no!
I refilled my hummingbird feeder, and was greeted by two females almost immediately!
Another...
And then a male!
This male is well known... he lives in the Palo Verde tree across the way. He has challenged me often! I only wish the picture showed his 'true colors!' Less than two feet away... he watched me as I got close to take this picture! Yet he did not fly away...
Trust.
I refilled my hummingbird feeder, and was greeted by two females almost immediately!
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| On the left, plain brown/grey... a female hummingbird... |
Another...
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| Yet another female... one of two that is allowed... |
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| Bad lighting... but a very colorful bird! Red, green and some white... |
Trust.
A tad over 40... not quite to 50... yet counting!
Actually, I am not counting...
Age is a relative thing. Some people feel older than they are, some people feel younger. Me? I am just about right, although I admit I do feel older than I am...
The feelings come from my experiences.
I spent this evening with family. A full 4 1/2 hours! Dinner, conversation, and communion.
So thank you for dinner! It was a blessing and awesome time!
I have no regrets. And that is a very powerful statement!
Peace be to all, family, friends, and acquaintances!
Age is a relative thing. Some people feel older than they are, some people feel younger. Me? I am just about right, although I admit I do feel older than I am...
The feelings come from my experiences.
I spent this evening with family. A full 4 1/2 hours! Dinner, conversation, and communion.
So thank you for dinner! It was a blessing and awesome time!
I have no regrets. And that is a very powerful statement!
Peace be to all, family, friends, and acquaintances!
Friday, November 30, 2012
Ahhhh!!!
It's good to be home!
I left this afternoon before 1:00pm, got home before 4:00pm. I nice, leisurely ride, even made a stop between Yuma and Gila Bend.
Fell in behind another rider, he was ahead of me. He moved to the left of the lane, I to the right... we rode together for about 50 miles before I peeled off to go North. An understanding... no words, no real actions, just an awareness. Two loners, brought together for a purpose, for a time! A mutual benefit!
When I got home, the male hummingbird residing in the Palo Verde tree across from me was quite active! Not feeding, just chirping and flying about. Once again, I got a "close up" hover when I took the feeder down! Tomorrow, I will refill the feeder, re-hang it, and try to take some pictures... that is, if this "boss" let's me!
I left this afternoon before 1:00pm, got home before 4:00pm. I nice, leisurely ride, even made a stop between Yuma and Gila Bend.
Fell in behind another rider, he was ahead of me. He moved to the left of the lane, I to the right... we rode together for about 50 miles before I peeled off to go North. An understanding... no words, no real actions, just an awareness. Two loners, brought together for a purpose, for a time! A mutual benefit!
When I got home, the male hummingbird residing in the Palo Verde tree across from me was quite active! Not feeding, just chirping and flying about. Once again, I got a "close up" hover when I took the feeder down! Tomorrow, I will refill the feeder, re-hang it, and try to take some pictures... that is, if this "boss" let's me!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Update...
Earlier this morning, I posted in between loads of laundry. When I was done, I realized that it was after 6:00am... so I wandered over for breakfast...
When I walked in, the cook was just finishing filling the service, he turned, saw and welcomed me, and said, "I am sorry sir, there is no bacon this morning." He then went straight back to the kitchen.
The server came out, saw me, and gave me a hug! Asking me, "A tortilla today?" I replied, "Yes please." As I grabbed a plate, she was pouring some orange juice and set it on a table. I went to the first warmer and took a scoop of scrambled eggs, next to it were some pancakes. As I opened the next warmer... there was both bacon and sausage! I smiled, as I knew the cook had tried to pull one over on me.
As I was sitting down, here he came with a fresh, hot tortilla! And he was smiling from ear to ear!
They both welcomed me back. I then told them that tomorrow I would be leaving, yet I would be back in a week. Both smiled and the cook said, "Bacon, potatoes, and tortillas every day when you return!"
It was an awesome experience. To think that a single person could make an impression on others, be remembered, and welcomed back. I appreciate the extra attention I received this morning, and, that I was the object of a joke! It re-enforced my belief that it is the little things that matter.
And to top it all off...
I was never asked for my room number.
Muchas gracias, mis amigos!
When I walked in, the cook was just finishing filling the service, he turned, saw and welcomed me, and said, "I am sorry sir, there is no bacon this morning." He then went straight back to the kitchen.
The server came out, saw me, and gave me a hug! Asking me, "A tortilla today?" I replied, "Yes please." As I grabbed a plate, she was pouring some orange juice and set it on a table. I went to the first warmer and took a scoop of scrambled eggs, next to it were some pancakes. As I opened the next warmer... there was both bacon and sausage! I smiled, as I knew the cook had tried to pull one over on me.
As I was sitting down, here he came with a fresh, hot tortilla! And he was smiling from ear to ear!
They both welcomed me back. I then told them that tomorrow I would be leaving, yet I would be back in a week. Both smiled and the cook said, "Bacon, potatoes, and tortillas every day when you return!"
It was an awesome experience. To think that a single person could make an impression on others, be remembered, and welcomed back. I appreciate the extra attention I received this morning, and, that I was the object of a joke! It re-enforced my belief that it is the little things that matter.
And to top it all off...
I was never asked for my room number.
Muchas gracias, mis amigos!
On the road again!
After some negotiation, I renewed my contract for another 13 weeks in Yuma. I started last Monday, 11/26. I will be working "super weekends," that is Thursday thru Tuesday, every other week. So in effect, I will work for 6 days, then have 8 days off, repeating through the next 12 weeks, now that the first week is nearing an end. This first week, I opted to work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, have 7 days off, then start the "super weekend" schedule.
I did this for two reasons. First, it will save me some money as I am paying for an apartment at home and now I will only have intermittent additional housing needs. Second, having 8 days off gives me a better opportunity to take some longer rides and visit more places.
So, on Monday I woke up bright and early... around 8:30am... packed and loaded up my bike!
I packed a little lighter this time, as I am only going to be here for three days instead of three months!
After getting fuel, I hit the road at 9:50am, a quick stop in Gila Bend, and arrived in Yuma around 1:00pm. Checked into the hotel, a quick run to the store, a power nap, then off to the hospital for my first shift. My first day back was a long 20+ hours. It took till last night to finally get adjusted and not feel so tired. Next trip down, I will try out leaving a day early. That way I can take my time riding, rest and adjust, then go to work the following day.
My first shift back seemed like I never left! Everyone was excited to see that I had returned and welcomed me back. Even some of the individuals that I had minimal interaction with asked me where I had been. The only thing that changed was the volume of patients. The winter season brings the winter visitors, and the population of Southern Arizona nearly doubles! There are more "out of State" and other "Country" license plates now, then "Arizona" plates. The farthest I have seen so far is an RV from Quebec, Canada! Otherwise, I was able to just fall right back into the groove and luckily, all of my passwords still worked.
I haven't taken advantage of the free breakfast on this trip so far. No way of knowing if I still have a stash of tortillas in the restaurant ;) I will stop by the morning I leave and let everyone know. My three days have turned into four, as I picked up a partial shift tonight. So instead of leaving today, I will leave tomorrow.
The adventure continues...
I did this for two reasons. First, it will save me some money as I am paying for an apartment at home and now I will only have intermittent additional housing needs. Second, having 8 days off gives me a better opportunity to take some longer rides and visit more places.
So, on Monday I woke up bright and early... around 8:30am... packed and loaded up my bike!
I packed a little lighter this time, as I am only going to be here for three days instead of three months!
After getting fuel, I hit the road at 9:50am, a quick stop in Gila Bend, and arrived in Yuma around 1:00pm. Checked into the hotel, a quick run to the store, a power nap, then off to the hospital for my first shift. My first day back was a long 20+ hours. It took till last night to finally get adjusted and not feel so tired. Next trip down, I will try out leaving a day early. That way I can take my time riding, rest and adjust, then go to work the following day.
My first shift back seemed like I never left! Everyone was excited to see that I had returned and welcomed me back. Even some of the individuals that I had minimal interaction with asked me where I had been. The only thing that changed was the volume of patients. The winter season brings the winter visitors, and the population of Southern Arizona nearly doubles! There are more "out of State" and other "Country" license plates now, then "Arizona" plates. The farthest I have seen so far is an RV from Quebec, Canada! Otherwise, I was able to just fall right back into the groove and luckily, all of my passwords still worked.
I haven't taken advantage of the free breakfast on this trip so far. No way of knowing if I still have a stash of tortillas in the restaurant ;) I will stop by the morning I leave and let everyone know. My three days have turned into four, as I picked up a partial shift tonight. So instead of leaving today, I will leave tomorrow.
The adventure continues...
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving!
Today is a day to reflect and offer thanks.
So thank you to everyone, I have had a rich and wonderful year! I hope and pray that you have as well. May our next be as blessed!
Sunday, November 18, 2012
The little things...
Three months ago, I left the place I refer to as my home. When I came back, I realized that the cleaning fairy, was obviously on strike... and that the dust fairy, was making some serious overtime!
A few steps back...
As I approached my front door, I noticed that my hummingbird feeder was empty. A few days ago, I saw that they, the hummingbirds, are still here. So as one of these hummers came up to me, as I took the feeder down, it approached and hovered, I was awestruck!
It seemed like a long time, although it was only a few seconds...
Today, a few days later, I am once again enjoying them... like this morning, as the sun was coming up, and I noticed the shadows flitting about...
There is a dominant male in the Palo Verde across from me... He is probably the one that challenged me when I took the feeder down to refill it a few days ago. Today, he is protecting this food source. Three hummers, can make a wren very unhappy!!!
The other morning, I watched as a wren tried to grasp onto the feeder. Within seconds, probably milliseconds, there were three hummers that swooped in, and made this wren flutter, then fly off.
Nature provided the answer.
A few steps back...
As I approached my front door, I noticed that my hummingbird feeder was empty. A few days ago, I saw that they, the hummingbirds, are still here. So as one of these hummers came up to me, as I took the feeder down, it approached and hovered, I was awestruck!
It seemed like a long time, although it was only a few seconds...
Today, a few days later, I am once again enjoying them... like this morning, as the sun was coming up, and I noticed the shadows flitting about...
There is a dominant male in the Palo Verde across from me... He is probably the one that challenged me when I took the feeder down to refill it a few days ago. Today, he is protecting this food source. Three hummers, can make a wren very unhappy!!!
The other morning, I watched as a wren tried to grasp onto the feeder. Within seconds, probably milliseconds, there were three hummers that swooped in, and made this wren flutter, then fly off.
Nature provided the answer.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
SPAM
It has been a long time since I partook...
Spiced ham...
Fully cooked, edible right out of the can! Miss the key though... and much better when cooked, that is heated...
I guess that tells a bit about me. No, not a P38, although I used to have one! It was a key, on the can itself. Helped in the opening... when tin cans where still made out of tin.
And yes dad... It will always be "tin foil," even though it is made from aluminum!
Spiced ham...
Fully cooked, edible right out of the can! Miss the key though... and much better when cooked, that is heated...
I guess that tells a bit about me. No, not a P38, although I used to have one! It was a key, on the can itself. Helped in the opening... when tin cans where still made out of tin.
And yes dad... It will always be "tin foil," even though it is made from aluminum!
Chaps...
As I looked at the weather (both the 500mb and the GEOS IR4 SAT) maps...
I planned my travel, thinking I would have the winds at my back. Fortunately, I was in a constant left turn for most of my trip back to PHX! I say fortunately, because although I had the latest information, I was still outdone. Helps to remind me of my place.
Although, I was correct about the temperatures! You are welcome PHX... I brought a brief warming trend with me... unfortunately it jumped off my bike and is continuing on...
30's in PHX... 40's in YUM... means a whole lot colder in between! So I treated myself to an early Christmas present, and bought some chaps in Yuma to ride home with. Now leather, is heavy. And I was amazed by how much it blocks the wind effect... it took a few minutes to realize, understand, and adjust, yet it made my trek comfortable. I can only imagine the ride with just a set of jeans...
Unfortunately, I do not have the necessary build to make them (the chaps) look good... Seems I lack the necessary mass in certain parts on my posterior aspect... made the jeans look bunched up. I know I brought you here, however, time to move on!
I think there will be few more layers needed this winter! I can remember last year, just riding between downtown PHX and the East Valley. A short 40 minute ride, yet chilly! LJ's will be a must, will have to add an additional layer or two as well...
YUM sits at about 138 ft above see level. When I first got back to PHX, I actually felt a little short of breath for a few hours! To think that I went from PHX to FLG... and did not have the same problem. It must have been all of the exhaust I was breathing on the ride home! Traffic mid-day on a holiday was quite a tad heavier than when I left. Now there are a number of reasons, season, time, direction of travel, etc.
Leggings, have a past. The result, many cultures and many times, realized that an extra layer offers protection. Armas, chaparejos, chaparreras, chapos, chaps, stovepipes... from a horse, to a steel horse... it remains the same!
Keep the rubber side down, and the shiny side up!
I planned my travel, thinking I would have the winds at my back. Fortunately, I was in a constant left turn for most of my trip back to PHX! I say fortunately, because although I had the latest information, I was still outdone. Helps to remind me of my place.
Although, I was correct about the temperatures! You are welcome PHX... I brought a brief warming trend with me... unfortunately it jumped off my bike and is continuing on...
30's in PHX... 40's in YUM... means a whole lot colder in between! So I treated myself to an early Christmas present, and bought some chaps in Yuma to ride home with. Now leather, is heavy. And I was amazed by how much it blocks the wind effect... it took a few minutes to realize, understand, and adjust, yet it made my trek comfortable. I can only imagine the ride with just a set of jeans...
Unfortunately, I do not have the necessary build to make them (the chaps) look good... Seems I lack the necessary mass in certain parts on my posterior aspect... made the jeans look bunched up. I know I brought you here, however, time to move on!
I think there will be few more layers needed this winter! I can remember last year, just riding between downtown PHX and the East Valley. A short 40 minute ride, yet chilly! LJ's will be a must, will have to add an additional layer or two as well...
YUM sits at about 138 ft above see level. When I first got back to PHX, I actually felt a little short of breath for a few hours! To think that I went from PHX to FLG... and did not have the same problem. It must have been all of the exhaust I was breathing on the ride home! Traffic mid-day on a holiday was quite a tad heavier than when I left. Now there are a number of reasons, season, time, direction of travel, etc.
Leggings, have a past. The result, many cultures and many times, realized that an extra layer offers protection. Armas, chaparejos, chaparreras, chapos, chaps, stovepipes... from a horse, to a steel horse... it remains the same!
Keep the rubber side down, and the shiny side up!
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Hasta luego!
It is hard to believe that I have been on this assignment for a full 13 weeks already! Last night I worked my final shift on my current contract. I look back and remember the days leading up to leaving Phoenix, getting here, adjusting, and then starting. In retrospect, it seems like yesterday, and I am truly amazed at how fast it went by!
An outstanding first adventure! I worked with and met lot of great people, had some adventures, saw and experienced a lot of things! I enjoyed it so much that after a two week interlude, I will be returning for another 13 weeks. After that, Spring will be around the corner and I will move on. It will be time to really begin to travel...
I would like to publicly answer a few emails I've received regarding my "apparent obsession" with both tortillas and bacon.
First, about bacon. Really!? I could take a moment and recreate a scene from the movie Forrest Gump... I shall not however. I bet if equal amounts of bacon, sausage, and breakfast ham is made and served, the first thing to run out, would be the bacon! For a non-scientific proof, just go to a Las Vegas Buffet for breakfast!
Second, the tortilla. Now this is just as serious. Although born a mid-westerner, I was raised and have lived in the southwest for the majority of my life. Give me some hard-tack and beef jerky, and I will be fine. Yet there is something about a hot fresh tortilla, regardless of being made out of flour or corn, that can make a simple meal into something gourmet!
In both cases, it is something a lot deeper. I have been asked and invited to come into a community to provide a much needed service. Yes, I am a temporary resident. Yet while I am here, I have become friends and family with those that I am helping and supporting.
It started out as a simple question at a breakfast one morning. I accepted the answer given. Yet as I got to know the servers, and one of the cooks, it became something else. Sort of like a game between us. A friendly exchange, that has now evolved into a lasting friendship, even perhaps becoming a member of the family. I walk into the lobby, and the front desk person knows my name, no longer am I a "room number." Likewise, I walk into the restaurant and they know who I am and treat me like a family member.
When I said goodnight to everyone at work last night, they were sad that I was leaving for two weeks; yet happy that I was going to return. A great group of caring people! This morning at the hotel, the same! So yes, I got my tortilla. And no, there was no bacon. Yet I did get a tableside visit from the cook.
He was sorry and apologized that there was no 'tocino' this morning. However, he promised that when I come back, he will make some every day.
Hasta luego Yuma! I will see you later!
An outstanding first adventure! I worked with and met lot of great people, had some adventures, saw and experienced a lot of things! I enjoyed it so much that after a two week interlude, I will be returning for another 13 weeks. After that, Spring will be around the corner and I will move on. It will be time to really begin to travel...
I would like to publicly answer a few emails I've received regarding my "apparent obsession" with both tortillas and bacon.
First, about bacon. Really!? I could take a moment and recreate a scene from the movie Forrest Gump... I shall not however. I bet if equal amounts of bacon, sausage, and breakfast ham is made and served, the first thing to run out, would be the bacon! For a non-scientific proof, just go to a Las Vegas Buffet for breakfast!
Second, the tortilla. Now this is just as serious. Although born a mid-westerner, I was raised and have lived in the southwest for the majority of my life. Give me some hard-tack and beef jerky, and I will be fine. Yet there is something about a hot fresh tortilla, regardless of being made out of flour or corn, that can make a simple meal into something gourmet!
In both cases, it is something a lot deeper. I have been asked and invited to come into a community to provide a much needed service. Yes, I am a temporary resident. Yet while I am here, I have become friends and family with those that I am helping and supporting.
It started out as a simple question at a breakfast one morning. I accepted the answer given. Yet as I got to know the servers, and one of the cooks, it became something else. Sort of like a game between us. A friendly exchange, that has now evolved into a lasting friendship, even perhaps becoming a member of the family. I walk into the lobby, and the front desk person knows my name, no longer am I a "room number." Likewise, I walk into the restaurant and they know who I am and treat me like a family member.
When I said goodnight to everyone at work last night, they were sad that I was leaving for two weeks; yet happy that I was going to return. A great group of caring people! This morning at the hotel, the same! So yes, I got my tortilla. And no, there was no bacon. Yet I did get a tableside visit from the cook.
He was sorry and apologized that there was no 'tocino' this morning. However, he promised that when I come back, he will make some every day.
Hasta luego Yuma! I will see you later!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
A wave, a nod, and greeting.
This morning as I once again partook of the free breakfast... yes a tortilla, no bacon though, it has to be the cooks, gotta work with the cooks...
I saw the couple I met last night in the parking lot. I got both a hand wave and a nod from them. I will let everyone decide who waved and who nodded.
As my tortilla arrived, the gentleman at the table next to me asked me, "How did you get that?" I replied, "One only has to ask." The gentleman said, "But you didn't ask for it." I smiled and said, "No, I didn't."
On my way back to my room I met and greeted a fellow travel nurse. It was the scrubs, hospital ID, and the fact that one is at a hotel, that gave it away! An L&D nurse, just starting here. I say that like I am a veteran travel nurse... I apologize. We talked for a few minutes, then parted. Me to bed, her to orientation.
I saw the couple I met last night in the parking lot. I got both a hand wave and a nod from them. I will let everyone decide who waved and who nodded.
As my tortilla arrived, the gentleman at the table next to me asked me, "How did you get that?" I replied, "One only has to ask." The gentleman said, "But you didn't ask for it." I smiled and said, "No, I didn't."
On my way back to my room I met and greeted a fellow travel nurse. It was the scrubs, hospital ID, and the fact that one is at a hotel, that gave it away! An L&D nurse, just starting here. I say that like I am a veteran travel nurse... I apologize. We talked for a few minutes, then parted. Me to bed, her to orientation.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Soft...
Tonight, I met an individual and his wife in the parking lot, as I was about to go for a ride. He asked me if my bike was a "soft tail?" In reality it is, as it has a swing arm, shocks, and therefore a suspension. Not a rigid axle, tied to the frame...
Now, I realize that this was an introduction. A way to engage in a conversation. And I was quickly asked if I believed in Jesus Christ. I truly love these types of discussions! It allows me to express my faith, while challenging those that ask about it!
He queried me on how many "coats" did Joseph wear... I replied "only one!" He asked me if I was sure. I said yes. The conversation continued and I was reminded of the biblical references in Hebrews, Romans, and Matthew, regarding Joseph and his 'coat of many colors.' A total of four is mentioned, if anyone is interested.
I am not a chapter and verse type of person. I can not pull up a verse, nor quote it, at a moments notice. However, I believe that I am exemplifying the message.
The conversation quickly ended when he noticed the tattoo on my left arm. As we shook hands, I said to him, "I still stand by my answer, he only wore one coat." This gentleman, and his wife, looked at me like I was from a different planet.
I then began...
A few minutes later, as they walked away... I know I gave them something to think about.
There is a difference!
Now, I realize that this was an introduction. A way to engage in a conversation. And I was quickly asked if I believed in Jesus Christ. I truly love these types of discussions! It allows me to express my faith, while challenging those that ask about it!
He queried me on how many "coats" did Joseph wear... I replied "only one!" He asked me if I was sure. I said yes. The conversation continued and I was reminded of the biblical references in Hebrews, Romans, and Matthew, regarding Joseph and his 'coat of many colors.' A total of four is mentioned, if anyone is interested.
I am not a chapter and verse type of person. I can not pull up a verse, nor quote it, at a moments notice. However, I believe that I am exemplifying the message.
The conversation quickly ended when he noticed the tattoo on my left arm. As we shook hands, I said to him, "I still stand by my answer, he only wore one coat." This gentleman, and his wife, looked at me like I was from a different planet.
I then began...
A few minutes later, as they walked away... I know I gave them something to think about.
There is a difference!
Monday, November 5, 2012
My final week here?
This is the last week of my current contract in Yuma. I have offered to renew, yet am still in a bit of a negotiation...
Maintaining an apartment at home, and living in Yuma has been doable, just not getting ahead as I had planned. So I asked that in my renewal I am either scheduled for 3 days in a row, set days per week, for the length of the contract; or, that I be scheduled for a "super-weekend," Thursday through Tuesday, then eight days off, repeat. My plan is to commute back and forth. I need to do this until at least April, when my lease is up at my apartment.
My offer to renew was accepted, but there is no guarantee on the schedule. So, at this time, I have yet to sign the contract renewal. There is still a little time for them to decide to agree to one of the two of my proposed scheduling options, as I had planned to take two weeks off to be home for Thanksgiving with my family, returning on November 26th. If I don't hear back soon, I will be submitting to other facilities.
The night before, a fellow Travel Nurse asked me if I had renewed. I told her my current situation and she stated/asked me, "So you don't have a job!?" I replied to her, in a flat, matter of fact way, "Nope!" She just started cracking up laughing and couldn't believe I wasn't worried about not having a job after this week. It has been the running joke last night as well. I reminded her, that she was the one that told me there are so many other hospitals, in other States one can work, just a few months ago...
There are thirteen open contracts in Arizona alone, not including Yuma. In addition, there are hundreds of open contracts in the 20+ States I am Licensed to Practice Nursing in. I became a Travel Nurse in order to travel, that is ride, and work along the way... I am not worried.
I picked up an extra shift this week though, here in Yuma; so I will now have two days off before my last two scheduled shifts. I would like to ride around and take some more pics of the places I've been to, things I've seen, people I've met, in order to share them with everyone. Sometimes it is the wrong moment or I am on the road, and taking a picture is difficult to do. Maybe I will stick around an extra day or two to try and accomplish this if needed.
A few hours before my bedtime, I need to start organizing and preparing to pack. Hope everyone has a great day!
Maintaining an apartment at home, and living in Yuma has been doable, just not getting ahead as I had planned. So I asked that in my renewal I am either scheduled for 3 days in a row, set days per week, for the length of the contract; or, that I be scheduled for a "super-weekend," Thursday through Tuesday, then eight days off, repeat. My plan is to commute back and forth. I need to do this until at least April, when my lease is up at my apartment.
My offer to renew was accepted, but there is no guarantee on the schedule. So, at this time, I have yet to sign the contract renewal. There is still a little time for them to decide to agree to one of the two of my proposed scheduling options, as I had planned to take two weeks off to be home for Thanksgiving with my family, returning on November 26th. If I don't hear back soon, I will be submitting to other facilities.
The night before, a fellow Travel Nurse asked me if I had renewed. I told her my current situation and she stated/asked me, "So you don't have a job!?" I replied to her, in a flat, matter of fact way, "Nope!" She just started cracking up laughing and couldn't believe I wasn't worried about not having a job after this week. It has been the running joke last night as well. I reminded her, that she was the one that told me there are so many other hospitals, in other States one can work, just a few months ago...
There are thirteen open contracts in Arizona alone, not including Yuma. In addition, there are hundreds of open contracts in the 20+ States I am Licensed to Practice Nursing in. I became a Travel Nurse in order to travel, that is ride, and work along the way... I am not worried.
I picked up an extra shift this week though, here in Yuma; so I will now have two days off before my last two scheduled shifts. I would like to ride around and take some more pics of the places I've been to, things I've seen, people I've met, in order to share them with everyone. Sometimes it is the wrong moment or I am on the road, and taking a picture is difficult to do. Maybe I will stick around an extra day or two to try and accomplish this if needed.
A few hours before my bedtime, I need to start organizing and preparing to pack. Hope everyone has a great day!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Unconditional love...
Last night, I heard from my sister that my closest companion, who has survived through numerous tumultuous situations... suffered a seizure. Based on her description over the phone, possibly a stroke.
My companion, Sadie, is my lab/mix... a full 17, almost 18 years old! A very old lady to say the least!
She has been at my side ever since she learned that a car... just might hurt her... no more running off, safety is at home!
Today, I had to make the painful decision to humanely euthanize her. She had no chance of recovery, no ability to take care of herself.
God, watch out!!! This is a rambunctious puppy!
My companion, Sadie, is my lab/mix... a full 17, almost 18 years old! A very old lady to say the least!
She has been at my side ever since she learned that a car... just might hurt her... no more running off, safety is at home!
Today, I had to make the painful decision to humanely euthanize her. She had no chance of recovery, no ability to take care of herself.
God, watch out!!! This is a rambunctious puppy!
Monday, October 29, 2012
An odd night...
I worked last night, from 4pm to 4am, my regularly scheduled shift.
I was given an initial assignment, then moved to another, then another, and finally to yet another. One of the "key" principles of being an effective Emergency Nurse, is to be flexible... that is "just go with the flow." Even if I had kept my initial assignment, things happen, new patients arrive, and priorities change... now multiply that by the seemingly ever-changing assignment!
Last night was a little weird though...
Not exceptionally busy, so that was a relief! Yet quite a few interesting and exceptionally rare presentations/complaints/problems. A few, that Emergency Nurses may only see once or twice in their entire career! It was one of those, "Oh, I remember reading/hearing/studying that once..." kind of night! And not just for me. Several of my co-workers expressed similar thoughts as well.
So as I retire for "my evening," I want all of my friends on the East Coast to know that I am thinking about and praying for them as Hurricane Sandy approaches. I am also thankful that my friends in Hawaii were spared a Tsunami from the recent earthquake in Canada.
And in case the next couple of nights precludes me from it, Happy Halloween to everybody!
I was given an initial assignment, then moved to another, then another, and finally to yet another. One of the "key" principles of being an effective Emergency Nurse, is to be flexible... that is "just go with the flow." Even if I had kept my initial assignment, things happen, new patients arrive, and priorities change... now multiply that by the seemingly ever-changing assignment!
Last night was a little weird though...
Not exceptionally busy, so that was a relief! Yet quite a few interesting and exceptionally rare presentations/complaints/problems. A few, that Emergency Nurses may only see once or twice in their entire career! It was one of those, "Oh, I remember reading/hearing/studying that once..." kind of night! And not just for me. Several of my co-workers expressed similar thoughts as well.
So as I retire for "my evening," I want all of my friends on the East Coast to know that I am thinking about and praying for them as Hurricane Sandy approaches. I am also thankful that my friends in Hawaii were spared a Tsunami from the recent earthquake in Canada.
And in case the next couple of nights precludes me from it, Happy Halloween to everybody!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Pay it forward...
Last week, I was asked to 'pick up' or 'work' a few extra shifts. So I apologize that I have not posted in awhile...
Last night/early this morning, was some time off! It was mostly spent sleeping and doing laundry...
A few weeks ago, I was also doing laundry, and I missed the end of a washer cycle. When I went to flip my laundry, from the washer to the dryer... I realized that someone had already done that for me! And my clothes "were a' tumbling!" They had moved my clothes, and started the dryer. I left a dollar of quarters on the dryer, to reimburse this person.
Late last night/early this morning, as I was doing my laundry again... no one was in urgent need. So no added assistance. I finished my laundry, yet left a little something...
The next load is on me!
Including the dry!
A simple act of kindness, repaid, then multiplied! Payed forward.
Thank you!
And, You are welcome!
Last night/early this morning, was some time off! It was mostly spent sleeping and doing laundry...
A few weeks ago, I was also doing laundry, and I missed the end of a washer cycle. When I went to flip my laundry, from the washer to the dryer... I realized that someone had already done that for me! And my clothes "were a' tumbling!" They had moved my clothes, and started the dryer. I left a dollar of quarters on the dryer, to reimburse this person.
Late last night/early this morning, as I was doing my laundry again... no one was in urgent need. So no added assistance. I finished my laundry, yet left a little something...
The next load is on me!
Including the dry!
A simple act of kindness, repaid, then multiplied! Payed forward.
Thank you!
And, You are welcome!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Breakfast!
Where I am staying at, there is a complimentary breakfast served from 6:00am till 10:00am for guests. Now this is not a "continental" breakfast... it is scrambled eggs, depending on the day either potatoes or pancakes - sausage or bacon or both, and always cereal, muffins, bread, orange juice, apple juice, milk, coffee, etc. About the only thing they don't have is fresh fruit... although there is always fresh salsa, and since tomatoes and chile peppers are technically fruits...
There are two different servers and two different cooks I have met. A week after I arrived, I asked if they had any tortillas. I was thinking about making a breakfast burrito. They did not. However the next time I had breakfast, I noticed it was both a different server and cook. So I asked again. Again, they did not...
However, the next time I went... the cook came out and asked me if I wanted a tortilla! To this day, when that cook is there, I can always get a tortilla!
Now onto the subject of breakfast meats... sausage or bacon. I enjoy both, however I will always choose bacon over sausage given the choice. Typically, they alternated between the two, day to day. One morning as I received a tortilla, all they were serving was sausage. So I asked if they had any bacon that day. They did not. However, I noticed that the next time I had breakfast, there was both sausage and bacon! And yes, I also got a tortilla!
And to make a breakfast burrito, one really needs potatoes... not pancakes.
Fast forward several weeks to this morning...
As I walked in to the restaurant, the server greeted me, as they always do, to all customers, yet I wasn't asked for my room number. Which got me thinking, it has actually been a few weeks since I was asked for my room number. Guess I am now a well known guest. However, this morning it was more like this:
Server: Good morning sir! Una tortilla y patatas este manana?
Me: Si Senora! Muchas gracias!
The server immediately left the dining area to the back, coffee pot in hand. As I put a scoop of scrambled eggs on my plate, I heard the dinging of one of those little 'service' bells and some muffled discussion. As I continued down the self-service line, pancakes (well that explains the question regarding the 'patatas,' got to the breakfast meat - sausage. Now this confused me for a moment, as I was offered a tortilla and potatoes, but there was no bacon.
Before I could get to the end of the self-service line, there was a tortilla, a small plate of potatoes, and a glass of orange juice (my breakfast beverage of choice) sitting at a table, that I usually sit at if available. After I put together my little breakfast treat and had began to eat, the cook came out to refill one of the hot trays. It was the cook that never has tortillas. So I took the opportunity:
Me: Senor! Muchas gracias por la tortilla y patatas! Son muy buenos.
Cook: De nada, Senor! Gracias. Buenas dias!
Me: Buenas dias! Manana, en la manana!
Cook: Si. OK!
As a side note, there were several other customers that were enjoying there complimentary breakfast that witnessed and overheard the brief exchange between the server, the cook, and I; as well as the personal, custom service to a my table with some "off-menu" items. I didn't hear anyone comment, nor did anyone ask me how I got what I got... but it made me think that they probably thought I was someone special or important.
Now this is a complimentary breakfast. Even though it is free, it is usual and customary to leave a tip. However, when I was able to get a tortilla and potatoes to make my burrito, I would leave a bigger tip. After all, I was getting extra attention and service. What I think happened this morning, was the server knew who I was, and that I liked to get a tortilla. So she made sure that the cook, who never seems to have tortillas, was able to produce one for me, as well as knowing he made pancakes this morning, that he was able to fry up some potatoes for me as well! She knew I would leave a little extra!
I am not someone special or important, just because I received a little extra attention, compared to everyone else this morning. I simply made a few requests, and when it was able to be fulfilled, I rewarded the effort. Now, I no longer have to make the request, it is just offered.
My next goal is to work on the bacon availability situation...
There are two different servers and two different cooks I have met. A week after I arrived, I asked if they had any tortillas. I was thinking about making a breakfast burrito. They did not. However the next time I had breakfast, I noticed it was both a different server and cook. So I asked again. Again, they did not...
However, the next time I went... the cook came out and asked me if I wanted a tortilla! To this day, when that cook is there, I can always get a tortilla!
Now onto the subject of breakfast meats... sausage or bacon. I enjoy both, however I will always choose bacon over sausage given the choice. Typically, they alternated between the two, day to day. One morning as I received a tortilla, all they were serving was sausage. So I asked if they had any bacon that day. They did not. However, I noticed that the next time I had breakfast, there was both sausage and bacon! And yes, I also got a tortilla!
And to make a breakfast burrito, one really needs potatoes... not pancakes.
Fast forward several weeks to this morning...
As I walked in to the restaurant, the server greeted me, as they always do, to all customers, yet I wasn't asked for my room number. Which got me thinking, it has actually been a few weeks since I was asked for my room number. Guess I am now a well known guest. However, this morning it was more like this:
Server: Good morning sir! Una tortilla y patatas este manana?
Me: Si Senora! Muchas gracias!
The server immediately left the dining area to the back, coffee pot in hand. As I put a scoop of scrambled eggs on my plate, I heard the dinging of one of those little 'service' bells and some muffled discussion. As I continued down the self-service line, pancakes (well that explains the question regarding the 'patatas,' got to the breakfast meat - sausage. Now this confused me for a moment, as I was offered a tortilla and potatoes, but there was no bacon.
Before I could get to the end of the self-service line, there was a tortilla, a small plate of potatoes, and a glass of orange juice (my breakfast beverage of choice) sitting at a table, that I usually sit at if available. After I put together my little breakfast treat and had began to eat, the cook came out to refill one of the hot trays. It was the cook that never has tortillas. So I took the opportunity:
Me: Senor! Muchas gracias por la tortilla y patatas! Son muy buenos.
Cook: De nada, Senor! Gracias. Buenas dias!
Me: Buenas dias! Manana, en la manana!
Cook: Si. OK!
As a side note, there were several other customers that were enjoying there complimentary breakfast that witnessed and overheard the brief exchange between the server, the cook, and I; as well as the personal, custom service to a my table with some "off-menu" items. I didn't hear anyone comment, nor did anyone ask me how I got what I got... but it made me think that they probably thought I was someone special or important.
Now this is a complimentary breakfast. Even though it is free, it is usual and customary to leave a tip. However, when I was able to get a tortilla and potatoes to make my burrito, I would leave a bigger tip. After all, I was getting extra attention and service. What I think happened this morning, was the server knew who I was, and that I liked to get a tortilla. So she made sure that the cook, who never seems to have tortillas, was able to produce one for me, as well as knowing he made pancakes this morning, that he was able to fry up some potatoes for me as well! She knew I would leave a little extra!
I am not someone special or important, just because I received a little extra attention, compared to everyone else this morning. I simply made a few requests, and when it was able to be fulfilled, I rewarded the effort. Now, I no longer have to make the request, it is just offered.
My next goal is to work on the bacon availability situation...
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Passport
This afternoon, for some reason, I pulled out my Passport and looked through it. A "world" traveler I am not... I have been in three other Countries besides the US, two of which are documented in my Passport. One was traveled to, way before a Passport or Passport Card was necessary. Which begs another question... which I will leave for later...
However, the stamps on those pages, mean a lot to me! I can not ever fully explain, express, or even begin to share with anyone, the memories of my international travels. Yet a simple stamp, makes me recall the trip, and then everything that happened, I experienced, and saw while I was there.
I have taken the opportunity to travel to other Countries. In a lot of ways, it has been very sobering. From seeing and experiencing utter destitution and poverty, to seeing vibrancy and success. Which made me wonder today, why? Why is there so much disparity, yet why so much similarity?
Throughout my journey, in both life and career, I have learned a lot. One of the most important lessons so far... as bad as I think things are, there are a lot of worse things! And likewise, as good as I think things are, there are a lot of better things! Perhaps it is a realization of a world view. I will continue to do what I do. I will someday travel internationally again. It's not about bringing what I have, to others... it's about bringing others, to what I have.
That sounds political, perhaps. Yet it is more fundamental than that! It is also not religious either.
A quote comes to mind, attributed once to Anne Isabella Thackeray Ritchie (1837-1919) in her novel, Mrs. Dymond (1885). A few other sources attribute it to a Chinese Proverb. Not, however, found in the Christian Bible... Regardless of who said it first, hundreds or even thousands of years old... there is a moral "truth" in it (paraphrased):
"Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime."
...
However, the stamps on those pages, mean a lot to me! I can not ever fully explain, express, or even begin to share with anyone, the memories of my international travels. Yet a simple stamp, makes me recall the trip, and then everything that happened, I experienced, and saw while I was there.
I have taken the opportunity to travel to other Countries. In a lot of ways, it has been very sobering. From seeing and experiencing utter destitution and poverty, to seeing vibrancy and success. Which made me wonder today, why? Why is there so much disparity, yet why so much similarity?
Throughout my journey, in both life and career, I have learned a lot. One of the most important lessons so far... as bad as I think things are, there are a lot of worse things! And likewise, as good as I think things are, there are a lot of better things! Perhaps it is a realization of a world view. I will continue to do what I do. I will someday travel internationally again. It's not about bringing what I have, to others... it's about bringing others, to what I have.
That sounds political, perhaps. Yet it is more fundamental than that! It is also not religious either.
A quote comes to mind, attributed once to Anne Isabella Thackeray Ritchie (1837-1919) in her novel, Mrs. Dymond (1885). A few other sources attribute it to a Chinese Proverb. Not, however, found in the Christian Bible... Regardless of who said it first, hundreds or even thousands of years old... there is a moral "truth" in it (paraphrased):
"Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime."
...
Friday, October 19, 2012
Aaaahhhh....
Ah....
The smell of Kingsford!
Summer-time is usually the season for grilling, yet there is something about experiencing it in the Fall! Sort of a misnomer, as I still have to run the A/C for part of the day... perhaps someone could let loose a butterfly...
However, this evening my senses were overwhelmed by the smell of charcoal, the smokiness in the air, and the unmistakable sound of sizzle! This was a private, family affair. Yet I took advantage of it, as I did some laundry! Can I help it if the guest laundry is less than fifteen feet away from the bbq/grill pit!?
It made me remember the bbq's I used to do. A three-day event! A full day of shopping and preparations, an early morning rise to start the grill, spending all day tending to the fire and the meat, cooking the beans and the whole corn, a few other side dishes... and then the day after, cleaning up! A lot of people were fed, and fed well...
I am going to take a two week break in November. Return to Phoenix, celebrate Thanksgiving with family... I am thinking a late Fall BBQ is in order! My friend/neighbor has a grill. A few slabs of ribs, some beans, cornbread... I might even pull together a three-meat, three alarm chili! Don't worry, sour cream put's out the fire! Perhaps it will turn into a block party!? At least two people are already on-board!
So when you smell the Kingsford... look for the smoke... and come enjoy some baby-backs!
The smell of Kingsford!
Summer-time is usually the season for grilling, yet there is something about experiencing it in the Fall! Sort of a misnomer, as I still have to run the A/C for part of the day... perhaps someone could let loose a butterfly...
However, this evening my senses were overwhelmed by the smell of charcoal, the smokiness in the air, and the unmistakable sound of sizzle! This was a private, family affair. Yet I took advantage of it, as I did some laundry! Can I help it if the guest laundry is less than fifteen feet away from the bbq/grill pit!?
It made me remember the bbq's I used to do. A three-day event! A full day of shopping and preparations, an early morning rise to start the grill, spending all day tending to the fire and the meat, cooking the beans and the whole corn, a few other side dishes... and then the day after, cleaning up! A lot of people were fed, and fed well...
I am going to take a two week break in November. Return to Phoenix, celebrate Thanksgiving with family... I am thinking a late Fall BBQ is in order! My friend/neighbor has a grill. A few slabs of ribs, some beans, cornbread... I might even pull together a three-meat, three alarm chili! Don't worry, sour cream put's out the fire! Perhaps it will turn into a block party!? At least two people are already on-board!
So when you smell the Kingsford... look for the smoke... and come enjoy some baby-backs!
How much do you make?
I saw this a long time ago, and it has started to make the rounds again... thought I would share it with you:
Somebody asked: "You're a nurse? That's cool, I wanted to do that when I
was a kid. How much do you make?" The nurse replied: "HOW MUCH DO I
MAKE?" ... I can make holding your hand seem like the most important
thing in the world when you're scared. ... I can make your child breathe
when they stop. ... I can help your father survive a heart attack. ... I
can make myself get up at 5 a.m. to make sure your mother has the
medicine she needs to live. ... I work all day to save the lives of
strangers. ... I make my family wait for dinner until I know your family
member is taken care of. ... I make myself skip lunch so that I can
make sure that everything I did for your wife today is charted. ... I
make myself work weekends and holidays because people don't just get
sick Monday thru Friday. ... Today, I might save your life. ... How much
do I make? All I know is, I make a difference.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Soap Box...
I am a compassionate person. I will bend over backwards to help those truly in need. I have even been known to jump on a plane and travel to another country to help people.
Yes, I have been criticized... why offer aid and assistance elsewhere, when there is so much need at home...
The other day I noticed an advertisement. A $1.00 donation can feed four (4) children for a day. Now on the surface, this seems a minimal investment. So for just $0.25 per child, I could help in the effort to wipe out hunger. Yet the math didn't add up...
My $3.00 donation can feed two (2) children for a week. Based on the $0.25 above, $0.50 for two children, times seven days... that's $3.50! And a $5.00 donation can feed a single child for a month. Again, $0.25 times thirty days... that's $7.50. However, the thing that really blew this up, was the $10.00 donation to feed an entire classroom for a day!
Do the math. And while you are at it, think about the "administrative" costs that most charities 'incur' while providing aid...
$0.083, on average, for a meal...
If an organization can provide this type of relief, at this level, and at this cost... then not one person, out of the billions alive today, should ever be hungry!
I step down.
Yes, I have been criticized... why offer aid and assistance elsewhere, when there is so much need at home...
The other day I noticed an advertisement. A $1.00 donation can feed four (4) children for a day. Now on the surface, this seems a minimal investment. So for just $0.25 per child, I could help in the effort to wipe out hunger. Yet the math didn't add up...
My $3.00 donation can feed two (2) children for a week. Based on the $0.25 above, $0.50 for two children, times seven days... that's $3.50! And a $5.00 donation can feed a single child for a month. Again, $0.25 times thirty days... that's $7.50. However, the thing that really blew this up, was the $10.00 donation to feed an entire classroom for a day!
Do the math. And while you are at it, think about the "administrative" costs that most charities 'incur' while providing aid...
$0.083, on average, for a meal...
If an organization can provide this type of relief, at this level, and at this cost... then not one person, out of the billions alive today, should ever be hungry!
I step down.
A stitch in time...
Very few know that I am an artisan... My medium is yarn...
The other day, I saw a visitor steadfastly crocheting, as they were waiting at the bedside of my patient. I remarked about there work, and was allowed to see up close the project. I was amazed at how a single strand of yarn, could produce such a thick piece!
I watched as they made a stitch... or three... and quickly deconstructed it, and now know how to replicate it! It is a "Waffle Stitch," a pattern of repeating double crochets.
I have since frogged a project, and started a new one! It is simple, quickly growing, and ultimately better than it was! Perhaps it will be completed by Christmas!
The other day, I saw a visitor steadfastly crocheting, as they were waiting at the bedside of my patient. I remarked about there work, and was allowed to see up close the project. I was amazed at how a single strand of yarn, could produce such a thick piece!
I watched as they made a stitch... or three... and quickly deconstructed it, and now know how to replicate it! It is a "Waffle Stitch," a pattern of repeating double crochets.
I have since frogged a project, and started a new one! It is simple, quickly growing, and ultimately better than it was! Perhaps it will be completed by Christmas!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
A Clarification... Lo siento mucho...
Una aclaración... I'm sorry...
My friend, Rick, brought me to meet his aunt.
Mi amigo, Ricardo me llevó a conocer a su tÃa.
I became her adopted nephew that night, because I was a friend of her nephew.
I became her adopted nephew that night, because I was a friend of her nephew.
Me convertà en su sobrino adoptado esa noche, porque era un amigo de su sobrino.
Now, Ricardo and I are cousins, and family!
Now, Ricardo and I are cousins, and family!
Ahora, Ricardo y yo somos primos y familiares!
A few updates... and other things
Even with the cold medicine this morning, a fitful sleep today. However, almost 10 hours total. Guess I was a little tired. This evening, I am going to once again make a run (although not at 3am) to go get some more Gatorade and some salty snacks. Not really hungry, but craving some pretzels. I can remember as a child being sick, and all I would eat and drink was Sprite and Rold's Gold pretzels...
Cravings are weird sometimes. I can remember when I had a craving for garlic bread. Ate so much that I actually smelled like garlic. Everyone has at one time or another, suddenly craved something... coffee, chocolate, fruit, veggies, a specific spice, a sudden nap... Somewhere deep in the subconscious, a person's brain is able to communicate what it knows is needed to heal, maintain, or keep things going. And then we have this almost uncontrollable desire in our consciousness to obtain it.
And if you don't believe me, ask any woman who has been pregnant!
I have received a few emails from friends and family that have been following my adventures. I apologize for not responding in a timely manner. That email address is my primary email, so everything goes to it, including all of the spam! Although most of the filters work, some still slip through and some are legitimate yet marked as spam.
So I have set up a separate email address for questions, comments, and correspondence during this adventure! It is:
hdtravelrn@ (the same email server/provider)
And as always, you can always write me a letter... a snail-mail! If you want or need my address, email me and I will respond with either my home address or current mailing address. Recently, I started a letter writing campaign. I know in today's world, the instantaneous email or text message is the preferred method of communicating with each other. However, receiving a letter, is sort of like getting a present! A look at the return address to see who it came from, a look at the postmark/cancellation to see when it was sent, the anticipation of what is inside, what was written, the news, an enclosed picture...
Sitting down and writing a letter to someone is also therapeutic! First and foremost, it causes one to sit down! Take a break from your busy schedule, focus on a single thing... yes, you can still be multi-tasking... dinner is cooking, yet instead of getting online, sit down with a piece of paper and a pen or pencil, and scratch out a note or letter to someone.
Second, a letter is much more meaningful and intimate! I appreciate getting emails and texts from people, and when something needs an immediate answer or reply, it is quite useful. Yet, a letter communicates to the recipient that you took a little time, thought about, and focused on them. In this fast paced, digital age, there is something being lost... there are some schools that are no longer teaching handwriting or cursive anymore! Is that a progression? Knowledge lost, a generation at a time...
And finally, there is this quasi-governmental organization, it's called the United States Postal Service (USPS)... facing budget cuts, closures, etc... And yet, they sell these things called "Forever" stamps! Buy them now, and regardless of what the postal rate goes up to, they are still valid. What if a natural or man-made disaster, suddenly cripples the internet and cell-phone system? Email, Facebook, this Blog, text messaging... suddenly unavailable!
And I give kudos to the USPS! A long time ago, my family took a vacation, and my oldest daughter, who was still in daycare/preschool, wanted to send a note/letter/postcard to her friends at the daycare. We couldn't remember the address, so we wrote:
"name of daycare"
South of "this" Rd., on "this" St.
"City, State, zipcode"
And guess what!? They received it!
I have also sent, and received letters, just by using a name and a zip+4... no address, no city or state.
Enough ramblings for now. Gatorade run is in order!
Cravings are weird sometimes. I can remember when I had a craving for garlic bread. Ate so much that I actually smelled like garlic. Everyone has at one time or another, suddenly craved something... coffee, chocolate, fruit, veggies, a specific spice, a sudden nap... Somewhere deep in the subconscious, a person's brain is able to communicate what it knows is needed to heal, maintain, or keep things going. And then we have this almost uncontrollable desire in our consciousness to obtain it.
And if you don't believe me, ask any woman who has been pregnant!
I have received a few emails from friends and family that have been following my adventures. I apologize for not responding in a timely manner. That email address is my primary email, so everything goes to it, including all of the spam! Although most of the filters work, some still slip through and some are legitimate yet marked as spam.
So I have set up a separate email address for questions, comments, and correspondence during this adventure! It is:
hdtravelrn@ (the same email server/provider)
And as always, you can always write me a letter... a snail-mail! If you want or need my address, email me and I will respond with either my home address or current mailing address. Recently, I started a letter writing campaign. I know in today's world, the instantaneous email or text message is the preferred method of communicating with each other. However, receiving a letter, is sort of like getting a present! A look at the return address to see who it came from, a look at the postmark/cancellation to see when it was sent, the anticipation of what is inside, what was written, the news, an enclosed picture...
Sitting down and writing a letter to someone is also therapeutic! First and foremost, it causes one to sit down! Take a break from your busy schedule, focus on a single thing... yes, you can still be multi-tasking... dinner is cooking, yet instead of getting online, sit down with a piece of paper and a pen or pencil, and scratch out a note or letter to someone.
Second, a letter is much more meaningful and intimate! I appreciate getting emails and texts from people, and when something needs an immediate answer or reply, it is quite useful. Yet, a letter communicates to the recipient that you took a little time, thought about, and focused on them. In this fast paced, digital age, there is something being lost... there are some schools that are no longer teaching handwriting or cursive anymore! Is that a progression? Knowledge lost, a generation at a time...
And finally, there is this quasi-governmental organization, it's called the United States Postal Service (USPS)... facing budget cuts, closures, etc... And yet, they sell these things called "Forever" stamps! Buy them now, and regardless of what the postal rate goes up to, they are still valid. What if a natural or man-made disaster, suddenly cripples the internet and cell-phone system? Email, Facebook, this Blog, text messaging... suddenly unavailable!
And I give kudos to the USPS! A long time ago, my family took a vacation, and my oldest daughter, who was still in daycare/preschool, wanted to send a note/letter/postcard to her friends at the daycare. We couldn't remember the address, so we wrote:
"name of daycare"
South of "this" Rd., on "this" St.
"City, State, zipcode"
And guess what!? They received it!
I have also sent, and received letters, just by using a name and a zip+4... no address, no city or state.
Enough ramblings for now. Gatorade run is in order!
Round Two...
Just got done with two shifts in a row. I will not go back until Saturday! So four days off!!
Unfortunately, last night I once again developed congestion and a slight cough. So far, not as bad as round one, but time will tell. Everyone that I work with and a lot of the patient's I have been treating, seem to be suffering as I am. So this seems to be a local variant. Either that or one of these pesky viral-like illness was an immune response to my recent flu-shot and the other is a local bug... who know's!
I will not let this one overwhelm me though! I have plans!
My last shift here will be on 11/10. I plan on taking an extra day or two in order to relax, pack, and turn my body around for a ride back to Phoenix. I plan on celebrating Thanksgiving with family before I go on to another assignment. I am looking at and considering another assignment here in Arizona, or possibly one in New Mexico. If I can obtain my California license by then, maybe a third one there. Still about 30 days out, so there is time.
Going to go have some free breakfast, take a dose of nighttime cold medicine, and crash now!
Unfortunately, last night I once again developed congestion and a slight cough. So far, not as bad as round one, but time will tell. Everyone that I work with and a lot of the patient's I have been treating, seem to be suffering as I am. So this seems to be a local variant. Either that or one of these pesky viral-like illness was an immune response to my recent flu-shot and the other is a local bug... who know's!
I will not let this one overwhelm me though! I have plans!
My last shift here will be on 11/10. I plan on taking an extra day or two in order to relax, pack, and turn my body around for a ride back to Phoenix. I plan on celebrating Thanksgiving with family before I go on to another assignment. I am looking at and considering another assignment here in Arizona, or possibly one in New Mexico. If I can obtain my California license by then, maybe a third one there. Still about 30 days out, so there is time.
Going to go have some free breakfast, take a dose of nighttime cold medicine, and crash now!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
A not-so "close" call...
This evening, I took a short ride.
Now I have taken a riding course through the MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation), and although I have been riding for many years prior, I kept an open mind. I did learn some new skills and practical applications. Yet there were some things that was counter-intuitive to street survival.
I was waiting at a red light, in the left-hand turn lane. I observed that there were three vehicles that were going to go straight coming from the opposite direction. So when the light turned green, I did not immediately advance forward. I am sure this irked the car behind me, as I heard that little "tap" of the horn. Yet, I held my position. When I saw that it was now time to start forward to make my turn, I looked right, ahead, left, then back to the right. I saw a car moving, coming from my right, so I actually kept my attention on it as I started forward to make my turn... you see, the MSF teaches one to "look through the turn." Had I done that, I wouldn't have followed the movement of this car...
I realized that it was not slowing down, coming up on it's red light. So I stopped, darn near smack dab in the center of the intersection. Well this more than irked the car behind me, as that previous little "tap" turned into a full blown "laying on of the horn!"
A second later, the sound of the horn was drowned out by the sound of tires squealing, as the cross-traffic car realized the light was red and attempted to come to a stop. Which it finally did, almost 2/3 of the way through the intersection. Had I continued, there was a very good possibility that I would have been hit.
So as the squealing stopped, the smoke cleared, and obviously the horn behind me had as well...
I held in my clutch - turned my upper body to the right - and gave the international sign of "peace and love" to the impatient, totally unaware, operator of the car behind me... then continued on my way. I know I saved my life. I probably saved the person behind me some pain as well! I could have just scooted through the turn, accelerated and been clear... yet then the car behind me, would have been the recipient of the collision...
Another reason why I think everyone should be required to operate a motorcycle for at least one year, prior to being allowed to drive a car/truck!
Now I have taken a riding course through the MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation), and although I have been riding for many years prior, I kept an open mind. I did learn some new skills and practical applications. Yet there were some things that was counter-intuitive to street survival.
I was waiting at a red light, in the left-hand turn lane. I observed that there were three vehicles that were going to go straight coming from the opposite direction. So when the light turned green, I did not immediately advance forward. I am sure this irked the car behind me, as I heard that little "tap" of the horn. Yet, I held my position. When I saw that it was now time to start forward to make my turn, I looked right, ahead, left, then back to the right. I saw a car moving, coming from my right, so I actually kept my attention on it as I started forward to make my turn... you see, the MSF teaches one to "look through the turn." Had I done that, I wouldn't have followed the movement of this car...
I realized that it was not slowing down, coming up on it's red light. So I stopped, darn near smack dab in the center of the intersection. Well this more than irked the car behind me, as that previous little "tap" turned into a full blown "laying on of the horn!"
A second later, the sound of the horn was drowned out by the sound of tires squealing, as the cross-traffic car realized the light was red and attempted to come to a stop. Which it finally did, almost 2/3 of the way through the intersection. Had I continued, there was a very good possibility that I would have been hit.
So as the squealing stopped, the smoke cleared, and obviously the horn behind me had as well...
I held in my clutch - turned my upper body to the right - and gave the international sign of "peace and love" to the impatient, totally unaware, operator of the car behind me... then continued on my way. I know I saved my life. I probably saved the person behind me some pain as well! I could have just scooted through the turn, accelerated and been clear... yet then the car behind me, would have been the recipient of the collision...
Another reason why I think everyone should be required to operate a motorcycle for at least one year, prior to being allowed to drive a car/truck!
Friday, October 12, 2012
So...
I got all of my laundry done. Had a few quarters left over, and found something that is the same size as a quarter, feels the same weight as a quarter, it obviously was spent like a quarter, even accepted by a business and a bank as a quarter! I went to the bank the other day to get a roll of quarters in order to do my laundry. It was just fate, that I opened one end versus the other and didn't just blindly put it into the machine.
Had to do a little research to find out what I had now in my possession. And interestingly enough, what I had was actually worth $0.25 USD.
I had received, "Un Cuarto de Balboa." A 'quarter' or 1/4 of a Balboa.
This is the currency of Panama! That last Country you get to in Central America, right before one arrives in South America... Where the Panama Canal is...
Now, as I said, what I had was actually worth $0.25 USD. Why? Because the Panamanian Balboa (PAB) has been tied to the United States Dollar (USD) at a 1:1 exchange ratio ever since 1903! Google it!
Here's the reverse...
I find the appearance or design quite interesting. A portrait of Vasco Núñez de Balboa on the obverse, just like George Washington's on the US Quarter. On the reverse, the name of the issuing Country, an eagle with outstretched wings, and the decorative wreath of olive branches... The design of this coin has obviously been influenced by the look of US Currency.
There is no paper money printed in Panama. They use the USD as there paper currency! And as far as the other coinage... you guessed it... un centésimos, cinco centésimos, diez centésimos, and the cincuenta centésimos. Occasionally, Panama issues a un Balboa coin as well.
What I really find interesting... is that this coin just didn't magically arrive in Yuma, AZ. It had to have been carried here. But, by whom? I know that it is impossible to trace the history and travels of coins, unlike paper currency that has a serial number on it, yet it is something to think about and imagine where this coin has been, and the route it has taken for the last 19 years...
Had to do a little research to find out what I had now in my possession. And interestingly enough, what I had was actually worth $0.25 USD.
I had received, "Un Cuarto de Balboa." A 'quarter' or 1/4 of a Balboa.
This is the currency of Panama! That last Country you get to in Central America, right before one arrives in South America... Where the Panama Canal is...
Now, as I said, what I had was actually worth $0.25 USD. Why? Because the Panamanian Balboa (PAB) has been tied to the United States Dollar (USD) at a 1:1 exchange ratio ever since 1903! Google it!
Here's the reverse...
I find the appearance or design quite interesting. A portrait of Vasco Núñez de Balboa on the obverse, just like George Washington's on the US Quarter. On the reverse, the name of the issuing Country, an eagle with outstretched wings, and the decorative wreath of olive branches... The design of this coin has obviously been influenced by the look of US Currency.
There is no paper money printed in Panama. They use the USD as there paper currency! And as far as the other coinage... you guessed it... un centésimos, cinco centésimos, diez centésimos, and the cincuenta centésimos. Occasionally, Panama issues a un Balboa coin as well.
What I really find interesting... is that this coin just didn't magically arrive in Yuma, AZ. It had to have been carried here. But, by whom? I know that it is impossible to trace the history and travels of coins, unlike paper currency that has a serial number on it, yet it is something to think about and imagine where this coin has been, and the route it has taken for the last 19 years...
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Good Morning!
I must admit, I have already responded to and sent a few emails before I made this post. So one can correctly infer that I have been up for a short while! Consider this the break between loads of laundry!
I forgot that I requested a service today after 12 noon. So I was awoken once again to the plastic card tapping against a metal door sound... after 12:00pm...
As I got up, I realized that this was probably a response to what I requested., it was a little earlier than I expected. Needless to say, as I opened the door, without thinking I said, "Lo siento Senora. Manana, en la manana, por favor." To which I heard in reply, "It is OK, si, en la manana. Siento molestario, Senor. Buenas tardes! Lo siento."
And as I laid back down, I realized I had without thought... both spoke and understood Spanish. By no means am I fluent! Yet this afternoon's exchange, made me think about something else. Perhaps, I have gained a Guardian Angel!
!Muchas gracias, Sra. Figuerola!
I forgot that I requested a service today after 12 noon. So I was awoken once again to the plastic card tapping against a metal door sound... after 12:00pm...
As I got up, I realized that this was probably a response to what I requested., it was a little earlier than I expected. Needless to say, as I opened the door, without thinking I said, "Lo siento Senora. Manana, en la manana, por favor." To which I heard in reply, "It is OK, si, en la manana. Siento molestario, Senor. Buenas tardes! Lo siento."
And as I laid back down, I realized I had without thought... both spoke and understood Spanish. By no means am I fluent! Yet this afternoon's exchange, made me think about something else. Perhaps, I have gained a Guardian Angel!
!Muchas gracias, Sra. Figuerola!
Three shifts in a row!
And all three were busy! I even stayed late/over every shift!
Monday was busy just by patient volume. This was the worst of the three shifts for me, as I was still recovering from my weekend illness. I could tell I was working and thinking a bit slower, as well as getting tired very easily with moderately light physical tasks.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday had much less patient volume. What made these two shifts busy was that we were short a few nurses, so everyone had to take on a little more responsibility. Seems that I was one of the first group to catch this quick viral thing; which has taken one of two courses. I was lucky enough to catch the better of the two! It has also affected a large number of the local population, as you can guess... the two most often diagnoses... viral illness: upper respiratory infection and viral illness: gastroenteritis. However, last night... I was fully recovered and back into full swing!
An interesting thing happened last night. I worked with another travel nurse that pulled out a book on 12-lead EKG interpretation. It was written by a nurse that I knew a long time ago as a paramedic. She let me take a look at it and a few pages in was a acknowledgement page, thanking everyone that helped her with research, providing interesting tracings, editing, etc.
Well it was enough that I knew the author... I knew five, other paramedics and nurses that she mentioned! Talk about memories coming flooding back! I worked with three of them that were mentioned, knew the other two.
My co-worker commented that she thought it was a weird coincidence that she would borrow this book from a friend back home (midwest), come all the way out to Yuma, AZ, work with a nurse that not only personally knew the author, but half the people she mentioned on the acknowledgement page. I replied, "Just shows you how small and interconnected this world is."
I now have three nights off. After a nap, I need to get up this afternoon and get some much needed laundry done! So off to sleep I must go...
Monday was busy just by patient volume. This was the worst of the three shifts for me, as I was still recovering from my weekend illness. I could tell I was working and thinking a bit slower, as well as getting tired very easily with moderately light physical tasks.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday had much less patient volume. What made these two shifts busy was that we were short a few nurses, so everyone had to take on a little more responsibility. Seems that I was one of the first group to catch this quick viral thing; which has taken one of two courses. I was lucky enough to catch the better of the two! It has also affected a large number of the local population, as you can guess... the two most often diagnoses... viral illness: upper respiratory infection and viral illness: gastroenteritis. However, last night... I was fully recovered and back into full swing!
An interesting thing happened last night. I worked with another travel nurse that pulled out a book on 12-lead EKG interpretation. It was written by a nurse that I knew a long time ago as a paramedic. She let me take a look at it and a few pages in was a acknowledgement page, thanking everyone that helped her with research, providing interesting tracings, editing, etc.
Well it was enough that I knew the author... I knew five, other paramedics and nurses that she mentioned! Talk about memories coming flooding back! I worked with three of them that were mentioned, knew the other two.
My co-worker commented that she thought it was a weird coincidence that she would borrow this book from a friend back home (midwest), come all the way out to Yuma, AZ, work with a nurse that not only personally knew the author, but half the people she mentioned on the acknowledgement page. I replied, "Just shows you how small and interconnected this world is."
I now have three nights off. After a nap, I need to get up this afternoon and get some much needed laundry done! So off to sleep I must go...
Monday, October 8, 2012
Dang Nabbitt!
I once again, lost a pair of riding gloves!
To the person that now has them, I truly hope that they serve you well! Those white spots on the knuckles... that is the result of my sweat. A few hundred miles of riding. Unless you get online and just so happen upon this blog, I really have no expectation of getting them back. So please, they are yours.
A 3am ride the other night, a return, a lock down...
The pair of gloves, just an oversight really. I took them off and tossed them up front. My priority was my ritual, and then the return with kleenex and ibuprofen. Whoever you are, you have added a step to my ritual. For that, I am happy and proud that you have not only taught me a lesson, more importantly, I have also provided you with something you obviously needed more than me!
Not that I condone theft. I was really ticked off for awhile today... really!? A pair of gloves, on top of a headlight, in a parking lot of a hotel! Gone, because I left them out there.
Perhaps I should encourage the "outlaw" attitude! One can walk up to a bike to look around (been there, done that), but there is a respectable distance kept... a poke, grab, or touch... one just might, as was once said, "find Jesus!" Of course I would probably bore you to death with my talking...
Just know, as an Eagle Scout, I am Prepared! I have a spare pair of gloves to get me thru...
And if you really mess with my bike, and I don't keel you over with my kindness... and you are not wearing an appropriate t-shirt... the least of your concerns will be the pair of gloves left on a headlight...
Just saying.
To the person that now has them, I truly hope that they serve you well! Those white spots on the knuckles... that is the result of my sweat. A few hundred miles of riding. Unless you get online and just so happen upon this blog, I really have no expectation of getting them back. So please, they are yours.
A 3am ride the other night, a return, a lock down...
The pair of gloves, just an oversight really. I took them off and tossed them up front. My priority was my ritual, and then the return with kleenex and ibuprofen. Whoever you are, you have added a step to my ritual. For that, I am happy and proud that you have not only taught me a lesson, more importantly, I have also provided you with something you obviously needed more than me!
Not that I condone theft. I was really ticked off for awhile today... really!? A pair of gloves, on top of a headlight, in a parking lot of a hotel! Gone, because I left them out there.
Perhaps I should encourage the "outlaw" attitude! One can walk up to a bike to look around (been there, done that), but there is a respectable distance kept... a poke, grab, or touch... one just might, as was once said, "find Jesus!" Of course I would probably bore you to death with my talking...
Just know, as an Eagle Scout, I am Prepared! I have a spare pair of gloves to get me thru...
And if you really mess with my bike, and I don't keel you over with my kindness... and you are not wearing an appropriate t-shirt... the least of your concerns will be the pair of gloves left on a headlight...
Just saying.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Oh wow!
Almost 12 hours of sleep! There were a few brief wake-up moments interspersed...
Sometime today, I got up and turned off the air conditioning unit. I guess when the ambient temperature drops below 90, Fall has arrived! At least to us "Arizonans." I just turned it back on though... 94 is starting to push it! I just turned it to "fan" as it is not so much feeling the heat, it is the stuffiness or lack of air circulation.
Feeling better today. I might even venture outside for a walk, grab a soda, just feel the warmth of the sun.
A few days ago, I had the opportunity to pause and watch as two Chinooks flew overhead. These are the big, twin rotor, helicopters... the Jolly Greens, or the Flying Buses. A few hours later, I once again paused as I saw several Blackhawk helicopters in the air.
I have had the opportunity once to see a Blackhawk up close. A long time ago, as a paramedic, I responded to an accident that had a large number of injured. As the call progressed, the IC requested multiple helicopters. One of the helicopters that eventually responded was a Blackhawk... a Marine helicopter that responded from right here in Yuma, way out to the East, and somewhere a little South of Tucson.
At the time, as the adrenaline was coursing through my body, I didn't appreciate the magnitude of this. Now as a since then Flight Paramedic/Nurse, with a limited experience in aviation... this in retrospect, was a big-@$$ rotor! Heard, learned, and read a few days later, that this helicopter would not land on the pad at a local hospital... chose instead to go to a high-school football field.
Now, when I hear the jets, I quickly pause and determine which side or direction are they coming from... and then I look in the opposite direction to catch a glimpse of them!
I am scheduled to work the next few nights... perhaps on my next off-stretch, I might find my way over to the airport for breakfast. Yuma International Airport, is a "joint use" airport. MCAS and private aviation. Who knew one could look out of a window and watch a commercial aircraft taxi... and right behind it watch a vertical take off!
Sometime today, I got up and turned off the air conditioning unit. I guess when the ambient temperature drops below 90, Fall has arrived! At least to us "Arizonans." I just turned it back on though... 94 is starting to push it! I just turned it to "fan" as it is not so much feeling the heat, it is the stuffiness or lack of air circulation.
Feeling better today. I might even venture outside for a walk, grab a soda, just feel the warmth of the sun.
A few days ago, I had the opportunity to pause and watch as two Chinooks flew overhead. These are the big, twin rotor, helicopters... the Jolly Greens, or the Flying Buses. A few hours later, I once again paused as I saw several Blackhawk helicopters in the air.
I have had the opportunity once to see a Blackhawk up close. A long time ago, as a paramedic, I responded to an accident that had a large number of injured. As the call progressed, the IC requested multiple helicopters. One of the helicopters that eventually responded was a Blackhawk... a Marine helicopter that responded from right here in Yuma, way out to the East, and somewhere a little South of Tucson.
At the time, as the adrenaline was coursing through my body, I didn't appreciate the magnitude of this. Now as a since then Flight Paramedic/Nurse, with a limited experience in aviation... this in retrospect, was a big-@$$ rotor! Heard, learned, and read a few days later, that this helicopter would not land on the pad at a local hospital... chose instead to go to a high-school football field.
Now, when I hear the jets, I quickly pause and determine which side or direction are they coming from... and then I look in the opposite direction to catch a glimpse of them!
I am scheduled to work the next few nights... perhaps on my next off-stretch, I might find my way over to the airport for breakfast. Yuma International Airport, is a "joint use" airport. MCAS and private aviation. Who knew one could look out of a window and watch a commercial aircraft taxi... and right behind it watch a vertical take off!
Perhaps a 3am run...
I have now used the last of the facial tissue (kleenex) I have on hand. And have since resorted to the bath tissue (toilet paper). My supply of ibuprofen is also getting a tad low...
I generally feel like I have just competed in an extraordinary physical event... I am convinced that I have been doing sleep push-ups! My arms really ache, however, I can tell things have turned for the better!
Another day or two and I will recover, a little wiped out, yet back on the path!
This is/was not influenza, as the course was short. Yet this pesky viral illness, has hit me hard. Guess there is something out there that I have not come across working in the ED!
Time to wrestle my bike to life... I need a few things... thankfully there is a 24-hour store that will fulfill my needs, less than a mile away.
I generally feel like I have just competed in an extraordinary physical event... I am convinced that I have been doing sleep push-ups! My arms really ache, however, I can tell things have turned for the better!
Another day or two and I will recover, a little wiped out, yet back on the path!
This is/was not influenza, as the course was short. Yet this pesky viral illness, has hit me hard. Guess there is something out there that I have not come across working in the ED!
Time to wrestle my bike to life... I need a few things... thankfully there is a 24-hour store that will fulfill my needs, less than a mile away.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Fingerprinting...
So yesterday, I awoke with only one purpose for the day, I needed to return to El Centro, CA and get my fingerprinting done.
I also awoke with a headache, congestion, and generalized body aches...
Yet I pressed through it, and got to El Centro around noon, my appointment was at 1pm. However, my application/paperwork was no longer in my saddle bag! Seems that when one does not latch said saddlebag, anything stored in it is at the mercy of the road! So a one hour, 70+ mph road trip, the occasional head/crosswind... well, somewhere between Yuma and El Centro, there is a piece of paper with my name on it!
Now, being as resourceful as I am... I quickly rode back to the El Centro Library I had passed. I figured I could get online and reprint the paperwork. Yet the main library was closed... relocated to an address a few miles away from where I was. Seeing as El Centro utilizes the "grid" system, I quickly found and subsequently arrived!
Next problem...
I had a $100.00 bill in my wallet, to cover the cost of the fingerprinting, fuel, lunch, etc. Seems the library allowed me free access to the Internet, yet anything I printed, was $0.15 per page. So I was in need of a mere $0.45 for my three page application. And they don't accept debit/credit cards...
I went next door to the El Centro Community Center, upon suggestion of the librarian, to see if they could change my bill. I didn't get her name, yet as I was explaining my predicament, this person grabbed her purse, opened her wallet, and removed a $1 bill. She then opened a drawer, removed a cash-box, and provided me with the $0.45 of change I needed.
I was able to return to the library, get online, and print what I needed.
I arrived to my appointment 5 minutes late.
When I arrived, there was yet another problem! Seems a random audit/recall of a computer by the CA DOJ, removed said computer from the premises, so they were unable to complete my transaction. However, this business was able to re-direct me to another location, less than a block away, and literally just a crosswalk away, that was able to provide me the service that I needed.
So an hour later, I had accomplished my primary purpose, fingerprinting done! However, I had taken on a new quest!
So with my change in hand, I returned to the El Centro Community Center, entered and identified the woman who gave me the $0.45, and placed a $1 bill on the counter. Her kindness and generosity to a complete stranger was inspirational! I knew I had to repay this, and from her reaction, it was quite unexpected!
$0.45 is almost nothing in today's age... to be quite honest, I was surprised that the librarian hearing the same explanation, still required the payment... So, instead of me returning to the library to make a $0.55 donation... I returned to give back to the general community of El Centro!
There were three things I saw the day before and wanted to stop and take pics of. Yet I awoke feeling "under-the-weather," and with the added problems and extra running around, I didn't.
So it is left to an oral presentation of the experience!
One of the first things, are the 'Dunes.' That stretch of landscape in California, that literally looks like the Sahara Desert. And what is this "left" exit thing to get to a rest area?! I have seen them before, however always on the East Coast, and they almost always include a gas station! I digress, one has to wonder and truly has to imagine the physical forces that were in play at some time in history, that was able to produce so much sand!
Is this area the result of an ancient alluvial plain? Did the Colorado River actually reach this far in flood stage, and not only for how long at a time, how many times? This is a lot of sand! Not a geology student, yet I tend to lean towards this being part of the sea-bed. The Salton Sea to the North, fault-lines and earthquakes...
It was interesting to see the "RV camps" out in the middle of nothing. The quads and buggies... all with those 12 foot high fiberglass whips with the orange flag... And this is a protected area! The barriers that are placed to prevent someone from just stopping and crossing into the area... would probably stop a tank!
I had to once again come to a stop at a checkpoint, and declare my citizenship. I know some would prefer I not to talk about this. Yet I live in the United States of America. I suppose I should be thankful that I did not have to show/produce proof of identity. And that's where it gets a little grey. However, I truly have no problem or issue with someone asking me, and if in an "official" Governmental Capacity, requiring me to provide proof. Apparently, these checkpoints are "random" and in no way are they meant to imply that there is a problem...
A little know fact regarding El Cento, CA...
It is actually below sea level! By about 50 feet! This was another pic I wanted to take. There is a huge water tank to the South of I-8, that welcomes one to El Centro. And about 50 feet up... is a line and the words, "Sea Level." Makes me think this is not the place to be when a 10.0 magnitude hits the San Andreas... takes the idea/thought of "beachfront property" to a whole different level!
Otherwise, El Centro is a city. It has most of the "modern" expectations as far as businesses and amenities go. It is also fairing slightly better than my current location of Yuma. I was amazed however, in my short time there, that I witnessed two (2) separate gas stations, bringing out the long poles with suction cups! I watched as one changed their prices, adding an additional $0.40 per gallon, compared to the far sign! And yes, I had to top off in El Centro... luckily under 3 gallons, so the $15 pinch was more like a mosquito bite...
Here's the one pic I did manage to take, as I just had to...
This used to be a Baskin-Robbins... not sure it still is though... as they lost about 10 flavors! Not easily apparent, there is the B-R name and the number "31" underneath the "21..."
Not exactly sure why I was compelled to take this pic, as cruddy as I was now feeling. Yet anyone who has been to El Centro, can now verify that I was there and rode up 4th Ave! Or was it 4th St...
I have been up, asleep, up again, more sleep, and up for awhile again. I am hoping this is an early Fall cold.
I am saddened today, however. I learned that one of my high-school teachers, Sra. Figuerola passed. My thoughts and prayers go out to her, her family, and all of those that knew her. It is interesting that a once feared teacher, met later as an adult, not truly known, evokes so much reminiscence and thought.
It shouldn't though. As distant as most individuals are to one another, we are all connected! A shared ancestor, a memory, an experience... perhaps just a brief meeting. Yet, after all, we are all citizens of this little rock...
I also awoke with a headache, congestion, and generalized body aches...
Yet I pressed through it, and got to El Centro around noon, my appointment was at 1pm. However, my application/paperwork was no longer in my saddle bag! Seems that when one does not latch said saddlebag, anything stored in it is at the mercy of the road! So a one hour, 70+ mph road trip, the occasional head/crosswind... well, somewhere between Yuma and El Centro, there is a piece of paper with my name on it!
Now, being as resourceful as I am... I quickly rode back to the El Centro Library I had passed. I figured I could get online and reprint the paperwork. Yet the main library was closed... relocated to an address a few miles away from where I was. Seeing as El Centro utilizes the "grid" system, I quickly found and subsequently arrived!
Next problem...
I had a $100.00 bill in my wallet, to cover the cost of the fingerprinting, fuel, lunch, etc. Seems the library allowed me free access to the Internet, yet anything I printed, was $0.15 per page. So I was in need of a mere $0.45 for my three page application. And they don't accept debit/credit cards...
I went next door to the El Centro Community Center, upon suggestion of the librarian, to see if they could change my bill. I didn't get her name, yet as I was explaining my predicament, this person grabbed her purse, opened her wallet, and removed a $1 bill. She then opened a drawer, removed a cash-box, and provided me with the $0.45 of change I needed.
I was able to return to the library, get online, and print what I needed.
I arrived to my appointment 5 minutes late.
When I arrived, there was yet another problem! Seems a random audit/recall of a computer by the CA DOJ, removed said computer from the premises, so they were unable to complete my transaction. However, this business was able to re-direct me to another location, less than a block away, and literally just a crosswalk away, that was able to provide me the service that I needed.
So an hour later, I had accomplished my primary purpose, fingerprinting done! However, I had taken on a new quest!
So with my change in hand, I returned to the El Centro Community Center, entered and identified the woman who gave me the $0.45, and placed a $1 bill on the counter. Her kindness and generosity to a complete stranger was inspirational! I knew I had to repay this, and from her reaction, it was quite unexpected!
$0.45 is almost nothing in today's age... to be quite honest, I was surprised that the librarian hearing the same explanation, still required the payment... So, instead of me returning to the library to make a $0.55 donation... I returned to give back to the general community of El Centro!
There were three things I saw the day before and wanted to stop and take pics of. Yet I awoke feeling "under-the-weather," and with the added problems and extra running around, I didn't.
So it is left to an oral presentation of the experience!
One of the first things, are the 'Dunes.' That stretch of landscape in California, that literally looks like the Sahara Desert. And what is this "left" exit thing to get to a rest area?! I have seen them before, however always on the East Coast, and they almost always include a gas station! I digress, one has to wonder and truly has to imagine the physical forces that were in play at some time in history, that was able to produce so much sand!
Is this area the result of an ancient alluvial plain? Did the Colorado River actually reach this far in flood stage, and not only for how long at a time, how many times? This is a lot of sand! Not a geology student, yet I tend to lean towards this being part of the sea-bed. The Salton Sea to the North, fault-lines and earthquakes...
It was interesting to see the "RV camps" out in the middle of nothing. The quads and buggies... all with those 12 foot high fiberglass whips with the orange flag... And this is a protected area! The barriers that are placed to prevent someone from just stopping and crossing into the area... would probably stop a tank!
I had to once again come to a stop at a checkpoint, and declare my citizenship. I know some would prefer I not to talk about this. Yet I live in the United States of America. I suppose I should be thankful that I did not have to show/produce proof of identity. And that's where it gets a little grey. However, I truly have no problem or issue with someone asking me, and if in an "official" Governmental Capacity, requiring me to provide proof. Apparently, these checkpoints are "random" and in no way are they meant to imply that there is a problem...
A little know fact regarding El Cento, CA...
It is actually below sea level! By about 50 feet! This was another pic I wanted to take. There is a huge water tank to the South of I-8, that welcomes one to El Centro. And about 50 feet up... is a line and the words, "Sea Level." Makes me think this is not the place to be when a 10.0 magnitude hits the San Andreas... takes the idea/thought of "beachfront property" to a whole different level!
Otherwise, El Centro is a city. It has most of the "modern" expectations as far as businesses and amenities go. It is also fairing slightly better than my current location of Yuma. I was amazed however, in my short time there, that I witnessed two (2) separate gas stations, bringing out the long poles with suction cups! I watched as one changed their prices, adding an additional $0.40 per gallon, compared to the far sign! And yes, I had to top off in El Centro... luckily under 3 gallons, so the $15 pinch was more like a mosquito bite...
Here's the one pic I did manage to take, as I just had to...
This used to be a Baskin-Robbins... not sure it still is though... as they lost about 10 flavors! Not easily apparent, there is the B-R name and the number "31" underneath the "21..."
Not exactly sure why I was compelled to take this pic, as cruddy as I was now feeling. Yet anyone who has been to El Centro, can now verify that I was there and rode up 4th Ave! Or was it 4th St...
I have been up, asleep, up again, more sleep, and up for awhile again. I am hoping this is an early Fall cold.
I am saddened today, however. I learned that one of my high-school teachers, Sra. Figuerola passed. My thoughts and prayers go out to her, her family, and all of those that knew her. It is interesting that a once feared teacher, met later as an adult, not truly known, evokes so much reminiscence and thought.
It shouldn't though. As distant as most individuals are to one another, we are all connected! A shared ancestor, a memory, an experience... perhaps just a brief meeting. Yet, after all, we are all citizens of this little rock...
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Appointment Needed!
So, I got up today and took a ride over to El Centro, CA. I was on a mission, that is I had a purpose to be there. My Op was scuttled, as the Intel I was able to obtain and gather, miss-stated said "walk-in" status...
Apparently, there is no "walk-in," I needed an "appointment," to arrive for a "walk-in"... "should have called first"... who knew! Really? Front-desk person... poor customer service!
So a leisurely ride back to Yuma.
I have since called another business, other than the one I originally attempted to utilize today, and made an appointment. Fool me once...
A return ride tomorrow, this time, an appointment!
Knowing the ride and route now, I will leave early and take some pics to share with everyone!
Apparently, there is no "walk-in," I needed an "appointment," to arrive for a "walk-in"... "should have called first"... who knew! Really? Front-desk person... poor customer service!
So a leisurely ride back to Yuma.
I have since called another business, other than the one I originally attempted to utilize today, and made an appointment. Fool me once...
A return ride tomorrow, this time, an appointment!
Knowing the ride and route now, I will leave early and take some pics to share with everyone!
Watching the stars...
I have been awake, up and about for awhile.
Being on a "night" schedule is sort of tough. Especially when one has a few days off. Typically, night-shifters tend to keep on their schedule. If one really thinks about it, there is an untapped market opportunity!
The first day/night off is no different, sleeping is in one's near future! Then there is the waking up. The first "night" off is the hardest, as your body/mind is still on a "night time" schedule, yet there are things, errands, and appointments...
Try working nights, and starting up a vacuum at 3am when everyone else is sleeping!
Understand?
One of the things I look forward to every morning, is trying to find the planet Venus. This time of year it is in the East. Then there is the Constellation Orion, the hunter...
When Orion is first visible after sunset, in the Eastern sky... in this time, it heralds the onset of Fall/Autumn. A time to prepare. Having spent time in Flagstaff, I actually watched for Orion's appearance in the East... A throwback to ancient knowledge.
Tonight, that bright 'star,' down, and to the left of the moon... that is Jupiter! Not a star but a planet! It reminds me of how small and insignificant this symbiotic parasite is!
And a few hours away, on the ecliptic, is Venus! I will probably miss it...
I need to take a ride today, as it it after midnight now. So before she rises, I will probably be sleeping, and will awake after Sol blocks out everything during the day!
Being on a "night" schedule is sort of tough. Especially when one has a few days off. Typically, night-shifters tend to keep on their schedule. If one really thinks about it, there is an untapped market opportunity!
The first day/night off is no different, sleeping is in one's near future! Then there is the waking up. The first "night" off is the hardest, as your body/mind is still on a "night time" schedule, yet there are things, errands, and appointments...
Try working nights, and starting up a vacuum at 3am when everyone else is sleeping!
Understand?
One of the things I look forward to every morning, is trying to find the planet Venus. This time of year it is in the East. Then there is the Constellation Orion, the hunter...
When Orion is first visible after sunset, in the Eastern sky... in this time, it heralds the onset of Fall/Autumn. A time to prepare. Having spent time in Flagstaff, I actually watched for Orion's appearance in the East... A throwback to ancient knowledge.
Tonight, that bright 'star,' down, and to the left of the moon... that is Jupiter! Not a star but a planet! It reminds me of how small and insignificant this symbiotic parasite is!
And a few hours away, on the ecliptic, is Venus! I will probably miss it...
I need to take a ride today, as it it after midnight now. So before she rises, I will probably be sleeping, and will awake after Sol blocks out everything during the day!
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
A deap breath needed! Two down, one to go...
Things, that is the number of patients coming to the ED here in Yuma, are getting busier! For the last two nights, I have routinely had 6+ patients! The Winter rush has still yet to officially begin!
Looking forward to having to wear my leather jacket to work... no pressure to my friend, and personal weather forecaster! ;) I enjoy our conversations and your emails/forecasts! I also very much appreciate and thank you for your interest and attention to my activities! I do often look at the 500mb maps. And I realized something too! Just set a butterfly loose on the eastern side, let it create the wind on the other side! (I hope you appreciate that tidbit of wisdom...)
Earlier, I alluded to a personal limit or line that I will not cross. That will always apply! When I reach a point that the demands on my ability, begin to exceed my ability to respond, I will make it known. I know there are a few fellow ED Nurses out there, that are saying, "What!? 6+ patients?" Even a few moments when there where 7+!! And when a trauma or critical patient comes in, and the patient requires 3 or 4 nurses in those first 30 minutes... if I am not one of those 3 or 4 nurses, I am the nurse that will hang back and take care of the rest of the patients... so try 15+!!! So, Cowboy Up! Be a true Emergency Nurse and do what you do!
I may have 4 patients, and suddenly get a critical patient that requires much more of my focus. Suddenly, that is I, me personally, only have that one patient. And I have recently scolded a few of my peers as well!
Do not come into the room to inform me that there are orders, medications, things to do, for any other of my 'assigned' patients! If you had the time to stop what you are doing, to find me, and inform me that I have other tasks things to do... (deep breath)... then you should have had the ability to realize I was a tad busy at that exact moment and you obviously had time to spare... so help me out a bit... please... rather than tell me everything that I have to do/those things that are pending, just do one or two of them for me; at least get involved and help me to finish what I am in the middle of!
OK... sorry. Just had to get that off my chest.
Almost two months into this assignment; just over a month left!
When I first started to tell people that I was taking a Travel Nursing assignment in Yuma, I heard both positive and negative things. I listened, yet didn't take to much to heart. This was going to be, and has truly been, a personal, one of a kind experience for me. Every facility (that is hospital) has their way of doing things. It is the ability to be flexible, learn, and just go with things, that is the secret to what I am now doing! With my experience, or any one of the travelers on assignment here, we could/can offer suggestions for improvement! Yet we are guests, and our purpose is to "just get it done!" So, most of us do!
This assignment has been a very positive experience for me! I have seen, done, and gone places I would have otherwise not. I have met people, made new friends, renewed friendships, and gained family!
Unfortunately, I have found myself in a place that I need to either advance, or retreat...
Return to Phoenix and take a 'local" assignment and save some money, or move forward and take a more lucrative assignment. I recently applied for my CA Nursing License. I now have my Oregon License. Hopefully soon, 23+ States I can ride to! I think I have slowly evolved into a snowbird though...
Thinking the Southern US in the Winter, North for the Summer. Springtime a more Northerly ride, Fall a more Southerly ride... I have ridden in the snow, and although semi's and bikes don't mix... neither does bikes and snow!!! Unless studded tires and not just rain gear, but snow gear! Heated seats and handgrips are good too... although I don't have them! Unless you call the sun-bake a, "pre-heating!"
Everyone, stand up! (If you didn't get that little joke, those links to the right... you will eventually find a post that explains it!)
I still have bugs on my windscreen, from my ride down to Yuma! Let alone those I collected from Yuma to LV and back! Guess I should go get some cleaner soon...
Either that or find a bike night somewhere here in Yuma, that is offering a free bike wash! Free lunch/dinner depending on time, and of course... the free bike wash!
(One has to ride to understand... sorry.)
Stay tuned, perhaps I might let you know I am in town and a little hungry! After a long road trip, a visit with a friend or family member... McDonald's at midnight... can be a gourmet meal to someone who is hungry!
Time for some more sleep! A road trip into Cali tomorrow is planned and I need some more nap time!
Looking forward to having to wear my leather jacket to work... no pressure to my friend, and personal weather forecaster! ;) I enjoy our conversations and your emails/forecasts! I also very much appreciate and thank you for your interest and attention to my activities! I do often look at the 500mb maps. And I realized something too! Just set a butterfly loose on the eastern side, let it create the wind on the other side! (I hope you appreciate that tidbit of wisdom...)
Earlier, I alluded to a personal limit or line that I will not cross. That will always apply! When I reach a point that the demands on my ability, begin to exceed my ability to respond, I will make it known. I know there are a few fellow ED Nurses out there, that are saying, "What!? 6+ patients?" Even a few moments when there where 7+!! And when a trauma or critical patient comes in, and the patient requires 3 or 4 nurses in those first 30 minutes... if I am not one of those 3 or 4 nurses, I am the nurse that will hang back and take care of the rest of the patients... so try 15+!!! So, Cowboy Up! Be a true Emergency Nurse and do what you do!
I may have 4 patients, and suddenly get a critical patient that requires much more of my focus. Suddenly, that is I, me personally, only have that one patient. And I have recently scolded a few of my peers as well!
Do not come into the room to inform me that there are orders, medications, things to do, for any other of my 'assigned' patients! If you had the time to stop what you are doing, to find me, and inform me that I have other tasks things to do... (deep breath)... then you should have had the ability to realize I was a tad busy at that exact moment and you obviously had time to spare... so help me out a bit... please... rather than tell me everything that I have to do/those things that are pending, just do one or two of them for me; at least get involved and help me to finish what I am in the middle of!
OK... sorry. Just had to get that off my chest.
Almost two months into this assignment; just over a month left!
When I first started to tell people that I was taking a Travel Nursing assignment in Yuma, I heard both positive and negative things. I listened, yet didn't take to much to heart. This was going to be, and has truly been, a personal, one of a kind experience for me. Every facility (that is hospital) has their way of doing things. It is the ability to be flexible, learn, and just go with things, that is the secret to what I am now doing! With my experience, or any one of the travelers on assignment here, we could/can offer suggestions for improvement! Yet we are guests, and our purpose is to "just get it done!" So, most of us do!
This assignment has been a very positive experience for me! I have seen, done, and gone places I would have otherwise not. I have met people, made new friends, renewed friendships, and gained family!
Unfortunately, I have found myself in a place that I need to either advance, or retreat...
Return to Phoenix and take a 'local" assignment and save some money, or move forward and take a more lucrative assignment. I recently applied for my CA Nursing License. I now have my Oregon License. Hopefully soon, 23+ States I can ride to! I think I have slowly evolved into a snowbird though...
Thinking the Southern US in the Winter, North for the Summer. Springtime a more Northerly ride, Fall a more Southerly ride... I have ridden in the snow, and although semi's and bikes don't mix... neither does bikes and snow!!! Unless studded tires and not just rain gear, but snow gear! Heated seats and handgrips are good too... although I don't have them! Unless you call the sun-bake a, "pre-heating!"
Everyone, stand up! (If you didn't get that little joke, those links to the right... you will eventually find a post that explains it!)
I still have bugs on my windscreen, from my ride down to Yuma! Let alone those I collected from Yuma to LV and back! Guess I should go get some cleaner soon...
Either that or find a bike night somewhere here in Yuma, that is offering a free bike wash! Free lunch/dinner depending on time, and of course... the free bike wash!
(One has to ride to understand... sorry.)
Stay tuned, perhaps I might let you know I am in town and a little hungry! After a long road trip, a visit with a friend or family member... McDonald's at midnight... can be a gourmet meal to someone who is hungry!
Time for some more sleep! A road trip into Cali tomorrow is planned and I need some more nap time!
Monday, October 1, 2012
A Monday interlude...
To explain, I work an off shift...
4pm to 4am. So I still consider it a night shift. I come home around 4:30am, unwind, and then sleep till 1pm or 2 pm, get up, and am ready to go.
This morning, I had a wake-up moment, as the housekeeper knocked on my door and tried to enter. I have told the front desk countless times, that I only need service once a week, and I have even scheduled it...
Multiple requests, even telling individuals, "If you see the bike, I am sleeping! Please do not come in."
Regardless, I am now awake for awhile...
In my last post, I mentioned that I had some time to reflect and had some memories. Some of them will remain sequestered, however...
Tweety-bird
Oriole Street
Trains
a pedal-powered toy
the PB&J
a mud-fest!
and in Arizona...
Pecos Lane
my Grandparents
my Uncle and his Dodge 442!
school and growing up
Scouting and how that brought me to now
I am still thinking about and remembering these things, even today.
Last night, I rode back over to my former residence. Found/met Rick, the maintenance guy. Went with him to visit his aunt. To make a long story short, I have a new Aunt! Ricardo, is a sobrino, a nephew... I was with him, accepted into this family, withstood the jokes...
Rick introduced me as a friend, an "amigo," and a nurse, "enfermero," specializing in/working in the Emergency Department, "Emergencia."
His tia (aunt) embraced me and said to me, "You are my nephew's friend, now, I make you the same, 'Hola, mi sobrino!'"
And as the matriarch of this family, with those words, I am now a member of this family!
Last night, I gained an Aunt! Tengo una tia nuevo!
4pm to 4am. So I still consider it a night shift. I come home around 4:30am, unwind, and then sleep till 1pm or 2 pm, get up, and am ready to go.
This morning, I had a wake-up moment, as the housekeeper knocked on my door and tried to enter. I have told the front desk countless times, that I only need service once a week, and I have even scheduled it...
Multiple requests, even telling individuals, "If you see the bike, I am sleeping! Please do not come in."
Regardless, I am now awake for awhile...
In my last post, I mentioned that I had some time to reflect and had some memories. Some of them will remain sequestered, however...
Tweety-bird
Oriole Street
Trains
a pedal-powered toy
the PB&J
a mud-fest!
and in Arizona...
Pecos Lane
my Grandparents
my Uncle and his Dodge 442!
school and growing up
Scouting and how that brought me to now
I am still thinking about and remembering these things, even today.
Last night, I rode back over to my former residence. Found/met Rick, the maintenance guy. Went with him to visit his aunt. To make a long story short, I have a new Aunt! Ricardo, is a sobrino, a nephew... I was with him, accepted into this family, withstood the jokes...
Rick introduced me as a friend, an "amigo," and a nurse, "enfermero," specializing in/working in the Emergency Department, "Emergencia."
His tia (aunt) embraced me and said to me, "You are my nephew's friend, now, I make you the same, 'Hola, mi sobrino!'"
And as the matriarch of this family, with those words, I am now a member of this family!
Last night, I gained an Aunt! Tengo una tia nuevo!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Sunday, a day of reflection.
Today, I had a lot of time to remember and think about a lot of things.
A whole lot of memories came flooding back, and most will remain sequestered! Ahem...
However...
I just got back from a little adventure...
I rode over to a previous residence, and met/found a friend there!
To make a long story short, his aunt has terminal cancer and tonight he wanted to go see her. I tagged along, thinking I would stay outside near the vehicle, and wait.
Yet I am in Yuma...
So as I friend of a family member, I am also considered family! And I was quickly ushered in and introduced to mi tia! Seems that my friend was a sobrino (nephew), and this was his aunt. The fact that I was there, instantly made me part of this extended family!
My broken Spanish, and equally broken English/translation by family members, made me the instant celebrity! I am sure that they were mostly congratulating me on my attempt to converse... yet I did pick up on a few words that I realized, some jokes were being passed around too!
A bit out of my element, yet I still was able to meet someone, and offer I bit of advice to her and the family members that were the caretakers.
Tonight, I gained and Aunt (una tia)! And a few more family members too!
A whole lot of memories came flooding back, and most will remain sequestered! Ahem...
However...
I just got back from a little adventure...
I rode over to a previous residence, and met/found a friend there!
To make a long story short, his aunt has terminal cancer and tonight he wanted to go see her. I tagged along, thinking I would stay outside near the vehicle, and wait.
Yet I am in Yuma...
So as I friend of a family member, I am also considered family! And I was quickly ushered in and introduced to mi tia! Seems that my friend was a sobrino (nephew), and this was his aunt. The fact that I was there, instantly made me part of this extended family!
My broken Spanish, and equally broken English/translation by family members, made me the instant celebrity! I am sure that they were mostly congratulating me on my attempt to converse... yet I did pick up on a few words that I realized, some jokes were being passed around too!
A bit out of my element, yet I still was able to meet someone, and offer I bit of advice to her and the family members that were the caretakers.
Tonight, I gained and Aunt (una tia)! And a few more family members too!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
A day off!
Got off work early this morning, unwound, went to sleep. Got up around 1:00pm... not because I was done sleeping, it was, that I sensed something wrong!
And then I heard it again!
My room has one of those walk thru doors... one that connects two adjacent rooms... and someone was pushing on, trying to enter, thru this door! A moment later, I heard the voices of small children. Their family had just checked in to the room next door, and as little kids do, they explored!
Alert over... I actually fell back to sleep for a little bit more!
Finally roused myself up! Ran up to the front desk, sent a fax, swung by the pool to grab a soda out of the vending machine, and got back to my room. Sorted laundry, will probably do that tonight. Picked up a book my dad loaned me while in Las Vegas...
I have been reading it ever since! Can not put it down! Had I not been starving and finally ordered/ate some pizza, I would have finished the book already! Brief dinner break, and a post, I will dive back into this book!
Another day off tomorrow...
And then I heard it again!
My room has one of those walk thru doors... one that connects two adjacent rooms... and someone was pushing on, trying to enter, thru this door! A moment later, I heard the voices of small children. Their family had just checked in to the room next door, and as little kids do, they explored!
Alert over... I actually fell back to sleep for a little bit more!
Finally roused myself up! Ran up to the front desk, sent a fax, swung by the pool to grab a soda out of the vending machine, and got back to my room. Sorted laundry, will probably do that tonight. Picked up a book my dad loaned me while in Las Vegas...
I have been reading it ever since! Can not put it down! Had I not been starving and finally ordered/ate some pizza, I would have finished the book already! Brief dinner break, and a post, I will dive back into this book!
Another day off tomorrow...
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Humbling...
WARNING: Medical Terminology and Advanced Medical Discussion
For the most part I am a low-key person. Often my co-workers comment on my "quietness" or my "calmness" during perceived crisis. I attribute this aspect of my personality to my years of experience. Specifically to when I was working in the pre-hospital environment.
People call 911 for help, they go to an Emergency Department.... People expect responders and providers to remain calm, take charge, and help to rectify whatever situation is at hand.
A little secret... most responders/providers are first and foremost concerned about their safety. One does not just rush in! They typically want to be part of the solution, not become part of the problem! When I was an instructor for a Public Safety/Governmental organization, I emphasized what I called the "STOP" principle when responding to, coming onto a scene, and addressing a problem:
S = STOP! Literally, stop. Take a breath, prepare to prepare.
T = Think! What is the situation, what has to be done, and where are the escape routes if needed.
O = Observe! What is the actual situation, environment, hazards, immediate priorities.
P = Plan! Identify the first three things that need to be done, call for help if needed, and identify the exit.
The above process can literally occur in a few seconds, or can take a few minutes, depending on the situation. More importantly, it can be applied to anything an individual experiences.
Now, last night was busy in the Emergency Department. Every bed/room was filled and flex/hallway beds were in use. I was assigned to the flex/hallway beds. I had six patients I was caring for. I declined accepting a seventh, based on the acuity or needs of the current assignment/load. I am flexible, and will take on added responsibilities as needed. Yet I will not cross a personal line, when patient safety becomes compromised. Later in the evening, I took on a seventh patient.
Within the HIPPA guidelines, I had an ill person with non-cardiac chest pain, a confused person s/p surgery with multiple comorbidities, a person with an acute mental status change related to Alzheimer's disease, a person with heart palpatations that had a cardiac history and comorbidities, a person that had a neurological history who experienced a syncopal episode, and a person that had a reaction to a suspected toxin. A lot of medical lingo, I know... needless to say, it kept me busy for quite a few hours!
Later I took on another patient that experienced a fall and had no complaints, just literally a bump on there forehead.
Now, out of all of these patients, the one that I originally prioritized as the least concerning, the one that was not going to suddenly become unstable, or need a lot of interventions... ended up being the sickest patient I had, and was admitted to the Intensive Care Unit! In retrospect, I was so busy that, although I looked at lab results, I didn't connect two things.
I was reviewing the patient's chart, lab results, etc, in preparation to calling report to the floor nurse, when I finally saw it, connected it, and had a STOP moment! All of the treatment so far had been appropriate, an elevated blood sugar requires IV fluids; this patient had received 2 liters of fluids. It was this pesky, often overlooked and misunderstood number on the Basic Metabolic Panel, or Chem-7 that caught my eye! This patient's Glucose was 350, the CO2 was 15! High Glucose, low CO2... this patient was probably in Diabetic Keto-Acidosis (DKA)! A look at the urinalysis... yep... spilling glucose and ketones!
An added STAT ABG (Arterial Blood Gas) confirmed it! A brief conversation with the ED Physician and a call to the admitting/accepting Physician, a continuous Insulin infusion started, and this patient was admitted to the ICU! Luckily, it was an early DKA and no further aggressive electrolyte replacement was needed.
I missed it initally, the ED Physician missed it too. I was just happy that it was caught and identified!
And the patient that had the fall, the one with a bump on there forehead... you know, a "goose egg"... ended up having an ICH (intra cranial hemorrhage)! A small sub-dural bleed/hematoma... was transferred and flown by a Med-Evac to Phoenix!
The purpose of this post...
I was humbled last night.
As an experienced ED Nurse, I was once again reminded that as a medical professional, patients don't read the textbooks! Every patient is unique, every presentation is different. And atypical results/findings are God's little reminder that we really don't know everything!
For the most part I am a low-key person. Often my co-workers comment on my "quietness" or my "calmness" during perceived crisis. I attribute this aspect of my personality to my years of experience. Specifically to when I was working in the pre-hospital environment.
People call 911 for help, they go to an Emergency Department.... People expect responders and providers to remain calm, take charge, and help to rectify whatever situation is at hand.
A little secret... most responders/providers are first and foremost concerned about their safety. One does not just rush in! They typically want to be part of the solution, not become part of the problem! When I was an instructor for a Public Safety/Governmental organization, I emphasized what I called the "STOP" principle when responding to, coming onto a scene, and addressing a problem:
S = STOP! Literally, stop. Take a breath, prepare to prepare.
T = Think! What is the situation, what has to be done, and where are the escape routes if needed.
O = Observe! What is the actual situation, environment, hazards, immediate priorities.
P = Plan! Identify the first three things that need to be done, call for help if needed, and identify the exit.
The above process can literally occur in a few seconds, or can take a few minutes, depending on the situation. More importantly, it can be applied to anything an individual experiences.
Now, last night was busy in the Emergency Department. Every bed/room was filled and flex/hallway beds were in use. I was assigned to the flex/hallway beds. I had six patients I was caring for. I declined accepting a seventh, based on the acuity or needs of the current assignment/load. I am flexible, and will take on added responsibilities as needed. Yet I will not cross a personal line, when patient safety becomes compromised. Later in the evening, I took on a seventh patient.
Within the HIPPA guidelines, I had an ill person with non-cardiac chest pain, a confused person s/p surgery with multiple comorbidities, a person with an acute mental status change related to Alzheimer's disease, a person with heart palpatations that had a cardiac history and comorbidities, a person that had a neurological history who experienced a syncopal episode, and a person that had a reaction to a suspected toxin. A lot of medical lingo, I know... needless to say, it kept me busy for quite a few hours!
Later I took on another patient that experienced a fall and had no complaints, just literally a bump on there forehead.
Now, out of all of these patients, the one that I originally prioritized as the least concerning, the one that was not going to suddenly become unstable, or need a lot of interventions... ended up being the sickest patient I had, and was admitted to the Intensive Care Unit! In retrospect, I was so busy that, although I looked at lab results, I didn't connect two things.
I was reviewing the patient's chart, lab results, etc, in preparation to calling report to the floor nurse, when I finally saw it, connected it, and had a STOP moment! All of the treatment so far had been appropriate, an elevated blood sugar requires IV fluids; this patient had received 2 liters of fluids. It was this pesky, often overlooked and misunderstood number on the Basic Metabolic Panel, or Chem-7 that caught my eye! This patient's Glucose was 350, the CO2 was 15! High Glucose, low CO2... this patient was probably in Diabetic Keto-Acidosis (DKA)! A look at the urinalysis... yep... spilling glucose and ketones!
An added STAT ABG (Arterial Blood Gas) confirmed it! A brief conversation with the ED Physician and a call to the admitting/accepting Physician, a continuous Insulin infusion started, and this patient was admitted to the ICU! Luckily, it was an early DKA and no further aggressive electrolyte replacement was needed.
I missed it initally, the ED Physician missed it too. I was just happy that it was caught and identified!
And the patient that had the fall, the one with a bump on there forehead... you know, a "goose egg"... ended up having an ICH (intra cranial hemorrhage)! A small sub-dural bleed/hematoma... was transferred and flown by a Med-Evac to Phoenix!
The purpose of this post...
I was humbled last night.
As an experienced ED Nurse, I was once again reminded that as a medical professional, patients don't read the textbooks! Every patient is unique, every presentation is different. And atypical results/findings are God's little reminder that we really don't know everything!
A few more pics...
From my recent Vegas Road trip...
So as my parent's and I were walking out of The Orleans one night, we passed a shoe shine stand. My dad made sure that I knew I should get my boots shined, and the attendant at the Stand echoed the idea, and tried to coax me over.
So I sorta said back, over my shoulder, that if I won that night, I would return... and fulfill the promise. You see, I did promise to return. However, I am sorta ashamed that I put a condition on my return.
However, I did win, and I did return! Just above the cut off of the pic, the sign says that a "Boot Shine = $10.00" I ended up handing over a $20.00!
I admit, I splurged, got some boots shined that I thought I would eventually wear into the ground. I still might! Yet they looked good for two days!
Not in any way superstitious, yet after this shine, I never lost! Even got a free touch up the next day! So from this day forth, when I wear these boots... seeing the opportunity, I will stop for a shine! And I will make someone's day!
I packed light, so the next day, being a free day, I wore the same clothes. Some will think that is sorta weird, yet I had a pair of jeans for riding, two long sleeve t-shirts for riding, two dress shirts, one pair of dress pants, and the appropriate number of socks and underwear for my trip!
Told you I packed light!
Regardless, had a quick stop for a pic to send to my Aunt in Georgia...
Far enough back that my rider/face/sunglass tan is not so apparent... and the long sleeved shirt hides the arms tan... sans the hand's (being not so tan from riding gloves).
This is pre-haircut! Got one when I got back to Yuma a few days later! Sorta was getting a tad long/mangy! As a non-military person... I still prefer shorter than longer!
And then there was the final departure from the Orleans.
Not much, but a different perspective. I was thinking about load distribution and weight. My parents just snapped a few pics!
I was more worried at this point that they were in a traffic lane and blocking! Kept encouraging them to move around to an open parking space...
Ultimately, they moved around!
I had a short ride up to Red Rock HD to complete a "mini-quest." Then on the road back to Yuma.
Anyone following, already read the story... just a few added pics!
And blogspot it acting weird, so fonts are off as well as colors... perhaps tomorrow it will be back!
So as my parent's and I were walking out of The Orleans one night, we passed a shoe shine stand. My dad made sure that I knew I should get my boots shined, and the attendant at the Stand echoed the idea, and tried to coax me over.
So I sorta said back, over my shoulder, that if I won that night, I would return... and fulfill the promise. You see, I did promise to return. However, I am sorta ashamed that I put a condition on my return.
However, I did win, and I did return! Just above the cut off of the pic, the sign says that a "Boot Shine = $10.00" I ended up handing over a $20.00!
I admit, I splurged, got some boots shined that I thought I would eventually wear into the ground. I still might! Yet they looked good for two days!
Not in any way superstitious, yet after this shine, I never lost! Even got a free touch up the next day! So from this day forth, when I wear these boots... seeing the opportunity, I will stop for a shine! And I will make someone's day!
I packed light, so the next day, being a free day, I wore the same clothes. Some will think that is sorta weird, yet I had a pair of jeans for riding, two long sleeve t-shirts for riding, two dress shirts, one pair of dress pants, and the appropriate number of socks and underwear for my trip!
Told you I packed light!
Regardless, had a quick stop for a pic to send to my Aunt in Georgia...
Far enough back that my rider/face/sunglass tan is not so apparent... and the long sleeved shirt hides the arms tan... sans the hand's (being not so tan from riding gloves).
This is pre-haircut! Got one when I got back to Yuma a few days later! Sorta was getting a tad long/mangy! As a non-military person... I still prefer shorter than longer!
And then there was the final departure from the Orleans.
Not much, but a different perspective. I was thinking about load distribution and weight. My parents just snapped a few pics!
I was more worried at this point that they were in a traffic lane and blocking! Kept encouraging them to move around to an open parking space...
Ultimately, they moved around!
I had a short ride up to Red Rock HD to complete a "mini-quest." Then on the road back to Yuma.
Anyone following, already read the story... just a few added pics!
And blogspot it acting weird, so fonts are off as well as colors... perhaps tomorrow it will be back!
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