Phone Convo

Steph: Look at where we're at, I mean, you're getting ready to join the work force! What happened to the days of sitting on the bed being...
Me: (interrupting her) I know!
Steph: I mean, I usually don't act that stupid, but when I am with you guys, I get weird.
Me: Yeah, I usually don't act stupid either.
Steph: yeah... right. But even YOU reach new heights of stupidity when you are with us!

Unreal. Who do you think you are Steph! I mean honestly. :D

And just an FYI because I know you faithful readers are missing my countdown:

29 days til the "day"

And now for something completely different:

February Exultation

I walked to school this morning
O what a joyous lark
I walked to school in the sunshine
Instead of in the dark

The month has been quite gloomy
Most of its twenty-eight days
Heralding dawn's arrival
With mist or fog, or haze

But---

I walked to school this morning
O what a joyous lark
I walked to school in the sunshine
Instead of in the dark
--------Emma Miller

I came home for lunch today, and Aunt Em said, "Wow, it has really been a day!" Then she quoted this poem. I thought it was awesome, so I wanted to share.

Today was so beautiful!... in the morning. Mid-afternoon, the sun went away and the cold came back. I was so excited at lunch, because when I went outside, my car was so warm on the inside that I had to roll the windows down. So when I got back to work, I thought, Well I don't want trapped heat in here, so I left the window down about a 1/4 of an inch on both sides. So I got to my car and I didn't even have heat trapped. It was one of those days! :) BUT, as my devotional said this morning :
"God awakens me morning by morning and he wakens me for a purpose so that I can hear; I am a disciple who is taught" (Isaiah 50:4) Before you even get out of bed, listen to hear what God has to say to you. It WILL be a good day if you start it with a ready ear, taking time to listen to Him. God is eager to reveal today's plan to you! "

And I just smile when I think about God waking me up just to hear me talk to Him. When I don't talk to Him in the morning, it's like ignoring a call from your parents. Although not as drastic. Here's why I think this, Dad calls me at 7:30 a.m., and I think "I'm kinda busy getting ready and I don't want to talk right now, but what if it's important?" Same with God, I might get up late and be busy with getting ready. But what God has to tell me is important. Every day. So I need to take time to listen and talk to Him.

Two posts in a row... you faithful readers are lucky! :) God bless!

El Dorado

Week 1: The Initiation
On Saturday, the 16th, I moved into Aunt Em's. On Monday morning, bright and early, I started my first day of clinicals at Susan B. Allen Memorial Hospital. My Clinical Instructor had told me to be there at 7:45 that first day so we could get to the computer/ hospital orientation for new employees and students. So I showed up at 7:45, and checked in with the ladies at the volunteer services department. I waited for about 10 minutes and decided that I had probably been forgotten. Indeed, my childhood nickname of "chelsie forgot", once again came to the fore. I was retrieved from the waiting area by Tina, a fellow PTA. When my CI showed up, she looked at me, blinked a couple times, then said, "O DANG IT! and I had such high hopes of showing up early on your first day."
To say the least, I was put at ease from the first moment. :) Since then, I have felt very at home in the hospital. I'm still working on being the one to initiate treatment and to get out of the background.
Anyway, the reason this is entitled "the initiation" is as follows:

I accompanied Becky, my CI, and Tina, the PTA into Mr. Smith's (aka, HIPPAA stipulations) room. I stood on the opposite side of the bed that they were trying to get him up on and by chance decided I would put gloves on, JUST in case. Sometimes, I pride myself on being able to detect a Code brown upon entrance into a room, but as a newby, I didn't want to be out of line, but to just see how they handled it. Well, let's just say those gloves I put on were well used. Mr. Smith stood up and low and behold, the drawsheet went with him. Hope that's not too graphic for anyone. :)

After we EVENTUALLY exited the room, Becky looked at me, and said, "Wow, I think you might be comfortable in a hospital setting, cause I'm pretty sure some of my other students would have run away!" It was one of those moments when I felt really cool, (which doesn't happen often), until I remembered my sister tifani's statement... "I don't know why you would want a job where you have to wipe people's butts!" And my "coolness" came crashing down.

O well, at least I have been initiated.