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.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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?
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 but...it 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.
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
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
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Hold your breath and jump!
There are just not enough hours in the day, days of the week or months of the year to do all the things that I want to do. If I wanted to be an entrepreneur, I would have to give up something else. If I wanted to be a writer, I would have to give up taking care of the yard and making improvements. If I wanted to be a wood carver, I would need more room, time and equipment. If I wanted to be just what I am, I would have to keep doing what I am doing and keep on doing that and keep on...
How on earth does one change at this time of life without taking enormous risks and having to learn a lot of new tricks? This is not a pleasant prospect. However...it does take courage of some kind.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I'm on my way to Yellowstone
I'm on my way to Yellowstone!
We are in Montana right now
and will drop down into Wyoming this morning.
So, take that bloggers!
Love,
Greenmoss
We are in Montana right now
and will drop down into Wyoming this morning.
So, take that bloggers!
Love,
Greenmoss
Monday, May 25, 2009
MMM? MMMMM!
I've been gone to Facebook. It's not the same over there. You can't write long flowing passages.
Things go really fast and it's hard to keep up with everybody.
There is some kind of contest to see who can get the most "friends".
However, it is quick and dirty. That's kind of satisfying at times.
But a long slow approach and a gradual build up to a crescendo can be unforgettable.
Love.
Greenmoss
Things go really fast and it's hard to keep up with everybody.
There is some kind of contest to see who can get the most "friends".
However, it is quick and dirty. That's kind of satisfying at times.
But a long slow approach and a gradual build up to a crescendo can be unforgettable.
Love.
Greenmoss
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