Thursday, July 7, 2011


Here I am again. There is nothing special. I was here so I thought I'd pitch out a little prose. Take it or leave it.

Monday, January 11, 2010

New Blog City: Lame Post

I need to watch the two hour Heroes from last week. So I can't post tonight.
Get over it.
I know I did.
Have a beautiful evening.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

New Blog City: Skip and miss

Today at work I found out that someone had been fired.
That someone probably deserved to be fired.
But it is almost like someone dying.
It caused a disturbance in the force.
Now two of the housekeeping staff are fighting.
One of them wants to quit.
One of the CNAs wants to quit also.
I'm not superstitious.
Are you?

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

New Blog City: Nobody Died

Today there were no deaths or overnight deaths,
I mean, in my particular place of employment.
So now what do I do.
Should I type about something else?
That's a rhetorical question.
I am obviously typing about something else.
Sadly all I am typing about so far
is the prospect of typing something other than about dead people.
Historically I have included something inflammatory.
These are topics such as genitals or sexuality
and alcohol consumption or expletive words.
All of these are useful, valuable, and worthwhile topics.
Please feel free to include any of these topics in your comments.
I have not begun to receive any comments since I have started
New Blog City.
Of course it helps to go out and post comments on other blogs.
I'll be shopping around.
Oh yes...I haven't posted any photos yet.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

New Blog City: Skipped a day and Grandma died

Today at work another little old lady died.
I was the nurse on duty.
Yesterday she was taking her pills and answering questions.
Today she was in death mode and indeed did die.
I went to lunch for 1/2 hour.
While I was gone the priest came and gave last rights.
When I came back from lunch I was informed that she had passed.
I was planning on giving her some more morphine for pain after my lunch.
Now it was lunch time for the residents.
How would I do the medication pass, the family notification,
the notifying of the funeral home and the paperwork?
Whew, the charge nurse came to help me.
She was told that she was helping me because I hadn't done this before.
Not true. It was because there wouldn't be enough time to do it all.
Nonetheless, I got the help and the work got done.
So the lesson I have learned is to never skip a day of blogging again.
I'm not superstitious are you?

Sunday, January 3, 2010

New Blog City: Old Folks Home

It is 9:07 pm. I will use this time to blog/write instead of just letting the TV live while I watch. It is not the optimum time is a better use of my time.

Today is 1/3/10. Upon arrival at work this am I was informed that one of the residents had passed away during the night. Not 3 hours after my arrival another resident passed away. This is the nature of my job. People, living through what may be the most difficult times of their lives, are cared for by the staff of the long term care facility. People whom, by the machinations of time, have different images of entertainment, propriety, relationships etc. than the people by whom they are being cared for. Nonetheless, people just the same and equally susceptible to be enchanted by the other. Relationships form and deepen during the long term of care. Caregivers must adapt their care as the deterioration of the health and well being of their charges evolves. A few are there for rehabilitation but many will eventually draw their last breath within the halls and chambers of the place wherein they received the loving care they so deserve after building the community in which we all live.

Although it is often expected and words such as, "They are better off now." or "They will suffer no longer." are spoken, the loss is felt no less deeply. So, the caregivers steel their hearts and comfort their more grief stricken cohorts. There are never judgments about the grieving and always quarter given or slack picked up by sympathetic coworkers when the grieving become less productive. This being one of the times when comraderie is built in the form of appreciation for the help and observation of the depth of heart that coworkers possess.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Whence cometh the next post? (danger! potentially offensive material ahead!)

Tonight will the prosaic poser pontificate?

Would you rather have a rhythmic rhymer
A slippery slider or mere pass timer
Could the vowels and consonants move
With alliterations sing song groove

Come with me and traipse along
whisper prayer or belt a song
laugh a little gasp with shock
touch your clit or grab your cock

Never could you ere be wrong
poetry's been here so long
anything in poetry goes
even if it's simply prose