Monday, August 15, 2011


I thought of a motto for the Sequoia nurse staff!
"Where the nurses make the difference between being just treated, and being care for" 
BOOM. How AWESOME is that?!

I wrote to the hospital, and suggested they use it. (A tad presumptuous, but they need my good ideas).

Saturday, August 13, 2011

want to know something really funny, that's also kinda sad? Like, really sad.

So, this has to do with Almond Joy and Mounds. (I don't know what you were expecting, but that sounds standard for things I'm concerned about).

Anyways, when I was little, my mom always got the red package - Mounds- and I always picked the blue- Almond Joy. I seriously loved them, except for the almond. I did not like the almond. I ate it first to get it out of the way, so that I could have it without the stupid almond. I never did try my mom's, because I had my super awesome blue package that was blue. Which was apparently very important to little me.

To me, a perfect Almond Joy would have been one without almonds. As I found out- years later - that does exist. It's called a Mounds. And I'd been ignoring it for years because the package was red, and not blue, and therefore inferior.

It still makes me kind of sad that I missed out on so many years' worth of Mounds because I didn't realize that there was a difference other than package colouring.

But now, there's Bounty, too, and choosing between Mounds and that is very difficult. On a sidenote, I haven't had Almond Joy except at Halloween and stuff since.

Other important stuff -
1. I started packing for Canada! Except I did that thing again, where I pack what I need and have to keep unpacking it again and again.
2. I saw one of my nurses today! She was the nurse that was there during the day when I was there in July, and she was the best ever, of all time; she was my favourite, and she was so, so awesome. I like seeing my nurses when I'm not in the hospital! It should always be like that. Seeing people without getting stuck with needles and stuff, y'know?
3. Turns out 2,500 words are a lot more than I thought. Fun essay-writing times! So fun!
4. I'm concerned that they don't have classic American candy in Canada. I'll have to find out, and prepare myself for the letdown.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Outpatient is so the way to go

I had an outpatient thingy on Wednesday, and it's so much easier than real, actual surgery! You go in, you get it done, and you get out! None of the normal agony of hospitals. Don't have to deal with the midnight BP checks (I loved my night nurse, though, if not her schedule), no stupid beeping machines that go on alllllll night, no stupid sleeping on your back only, no 30* or higher bed, no awful food, none of it!

Although, there's still the other stuff. Like the IV's, the chilling and doing nothing, saying your name and birthday a bazillion times, there's a stupider hospital gown, stuff like that.

Also, my nurse stabbed me twice. She put in the first IV, and was all 'I don't like the way this turned out' and did it AGAIN.
Then a nurse asked my age, and was all "oh, you shouldn't be here, you should be out enjoying the beach!" I just gave her this look that probably said something super friendly like "just stop stabbing me, okay?" Also, somehow, the shock wave thing does leave a mark. I have no idea how that's possible, but it looks like a red burn or something. Doesn't hurt, though, which is a first.

 I have a final tomorrow, and two final papers due on the 15th. Super awesome fun, really.

I considered getting a tattoo over my scar(s) but man, if they had to do this again, they'd ruin it, and it would look awful. So I'm thinking no.

On a way lighter note - that candy, Charlston? SUPER AWESOME. But not frozen. I don't know why the package begs you to freeze it- it kind of sucks when frozen.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Let's chat surgery and such

Just a couple things:

1. It should be a cosmic law of the universe that you shouldn't have to return to the hospital for any procedures - the kind where you need an IV - until the marks from the last IV's have gone away. If you can still see the scabs, it's too soon.
2. Turns out this isn't a thing in most people's lives. If someone asks me what I've been up to/why haven't I seen them/etc, I tell them "oh, surgery and stuff," and they freak out. But, really, it's not a big thing to me. It's just kind of a fact, surgery and hospital and IV's and stuff. But explaining that freaks people out more, so...

I'd explain more, but I'm sure I'll be on the topic of hospitals again.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Optimism! Or else!

Well, it's no secret that my summer sorta kinda sucked. But I'm an optimist!
(Oh, man, that is such a lie. But we're gonna pretend it's true).
So here's what's happened, and why it didn't suck!

1. I've had classes all summer. Which is good, because now I'm technically a third year. And bad, because I have two paper and three finals this week, and I so don't need that. 
2. After I got home, I had my foot injury looked at. And the way to fix it was super painful and involved a thing waaaay too much like leeches. I swear. There was bug venom involved in the fixing. Anyways, that's good, because it's fixed now!
3. And in July, I had surgery, for the second time this year, on the same thing, the kidney thing. But! Now I have two scars, and they make an 8, and so I'm changing my hockey number to 8. And that's a super cool story for my jersey!

So, technically that all wasn't so bad. If you're gonna be a stubborn optimist about it.