My dad sent me an e-mail today with this picture in it and I thought that it was pretty relevant to my work. If you work in NICU/peds… you’ll find this funny. I know it’s totally not “PC”…. but here it is anyway.
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. And so, after a several week hiatus… here are some “Not me”s for your enjoyment.
At one point, I did NOT make what I thought was a rather benign comment online, which then spurred a short debate on the subject.
I also did NOT get my mom signed up on Facebook, after which, I did NOT proceed to log on to her account to make sure that she was accepting friend requests.
One night, while Andrew was out of town, I was NOT so lazy and sad that I did NOT eat chocolate chip cookies for dinner. I also did NOT consider grabbing a Strong Bow to complement my dinner.
Sometimes I get really tired of everyone berating conventional medicine and those who work in it. I get tired of people looking at you like every word coming out of your mouth is a lie. I get really tired of people acting like they know more than me about my job, or more than the doctors who spent years in school and residency and who continue to learn. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be an advocate for yourself and your loved ones, or that you shouldn’t be informed, because even the most knowledgable professional may overlook something sometimes. And, no, modern medicine does not hold all of the answers, in fact, it still has a long way to go. But people also shouldn’t act like those who work really hard and dilligently to take care of them are just in it for the money, because let me tell you something, the money is not that good.
I am an aunt again! Olivia Kate was born today weighing 8 lbs even. She is super duper cute, and I was able to spend a good little bit with her and her proud parents and grandparents at the hospital. So here for your viewing pleasure, is a picture (or two), of sweet little Olivia.
According to makemebabies.com (link found thanks to sister-in-law Katie), this is what mine and Andrew’s baby would look like
I have never been a good communicator. When I have time to think ahead about what I want to say I can usually get my point across in a reasonable way, but even looking back on some of my blog posts, I haven’t communicated very effectively. And even when I think ahead, I can come across as judgemental, confusing, inconsistent, or like I don’t know what I’m talking about.
This is something I need to work on big time. For the sake of my relationships, work, and sanity, I must learn to be a better communicator.
Sometimes grace is:
- watching “I Love Lucy” reruns
- finally getting your mom on Facebook
- bonding with co-workers
It always feels nice to be affirmed. Whether it’s about something personal, work-related, or whatever, being affirmed feels nice. Yesterday and today I was able to go to a seminar type thing at work called Spirit of Caregiving that was geared toward helping participants explore possibilities within themselves. I went with a few other nurses from my unit and we had a great time getting to know each other better, as well as others within our organization. Spending time with my coworkers made me love my unit even more; our manager even took time out of her day to come and spend a few minutes affirming us and thanking us for the job we do. At one point, they had us turn to someone next to us and have a short conversation. I was able to talk to one of the girls I work with, and though our conversation was short, it was so special and very affirming. I just can’t say enough good things about the people with whom I work. They are a group of really amazing people.
These are the kinds of babies and families that make my job worth it.
I hate the unknown. Really really hate it. I hate the uncertainty, the lack of control, everything about it. Being in the unknown is a great place for learning to trust God and to recognize His supremecy over all, but it’s not exactly comfortable.
I know “God’s got it,” but I wish that He would give me a heads up.