It's been so long
I have been reading and commenting but not posting. I guess I feel like what is going on in my head is too much to type. And, I'm still so tired from my last surgery. My daughter had a setback this past weekend, my bowels are still mutininous, and my job while I still love it, is getting a bit annoying.
First the daughter. She took an overdose of my anti-diarrhea medicine after having a problem with her boyfriend early saturday AM. I'm not sure of the time since the police came but she didn't want me to wake up. I happened to notice something amiss when I got up to go to the bathroom at 3:330 AM. Thankfully, she's OK. Now that she's eighteen I have no say in her care but supposedly she plan to go back to therapy and says she's not really suicidal. I believe this but the drinking is a problem because that's when she does stupid shit. I've encouraged her to get help and blah, blah, blah. Hopefully she'll take care of herself.
The bowels. The damn things won't cooperate. One day running me to the WC in a painfull sprint and the next not wanting to go anywhere. All the while waking me up at least 2 or 3 times a night. I think I'm staring to become sleep deprived. Well, not really, 'cuz I usually sleep in on the nights I have to get up more than once but it makes for a crappy schedule. It makes me especially frustrated when I have to sleep half of a beautifully sunny day with winter fast approaching.
Work. I have mentioned before that I have a pretty cushy job for a nurse. Lots of free time and no bed pans. Recently there was a budget shortfall, I work at a private non-profit boarding school for kids with learing disabilties, so some people had to go and now I have to clean my own work space. I don't mind that so much but I am growing tired of my immediate supervisor. She's only the boss 'cuz i don't have an RN so I can be the boss. Anyhow, last week she made me feel bad for being sick. I wanted to punch her in the face. She doesn't even know I'd still like to be resting and not working. Fuck her!
Well, I guess I'm done ranting. I'm actually pretty happy with my life just very tired. I'm not used to being ill alot and I'm usually always on the go so having to take it easy all the time is lessening my ability to roll with the punches. Well, I think I'm about to go indulge in a relaxing smoke since i don't have to work today. Don't worry friends, I haven't resumed smoking cigarettes. But...I do believe ulcerative colitis and j-pouchers should be on the medical marijuana list for Vermont.
First the daughter. She took an overdose of my anti-diarrhea medicine after having a problem with her boyfriend early saturday AM. I'm not sure of the time since the police came but she didn't want me to wake up. I happened to notice something amiss when I got up to go to the bathroom at 3:330 AM. Thankfully, she's OK. Now that she's eighteen I have no say in her care but supposedly she plan to go back to therapy and says she's not really suicidal. I believe this but the drinking is a problem because that's when she does stupid shit. I've encouraged her to get help and blah, blah, blah. Hopefully she'll take care of herself.
The bowels. The damn things won't cooperate. One day running me to the WC in a painfull sprint and the next not wanting to go anywhere. All the while waking me up at least 2 or 3 times a night. I think I'm staring to become sleep deprived. Well, not really, 'cuz I usually sleep in on the nights I have to get up more than once but it makes for a crappy schedule. It makes me especially frustrated when I have to sleep half of a beautifully sunny day with winter fast approaching.
Work. I have mentioned before that I have a pretty cushy job for a nurse. Lots of free time and no bed pans. Recently there was a budget shortfall, I work at a private non-profit boarding school for kids with learing disabilties, so some people had to go and now I have to clean my own work space. I don't mind that so much but I am growing tired of my immediate supervisor. She's only the boss 'cuz i don't have an RN so I can be the boss. Anyhow, last week she made me feel bad for being sick. I wanted to punch her in the face. She doesn't even know I'd still like to be resting and not working. Fuck her!
Well, I guess I'm done ranting. I'm actually pretty happy with my life just very tired. I'm not used to being ill alot and I'm usually always on the go so having to take it easy all the time is lessening my ability to roll with the punches. Well, I think I'm about to go indulge in a relaxing smoke since i don't have to work today. Don't worry friends, I haven't resumed smoking cigarettes. But...I do believe ulcerative colitis and j-pouchers should be on the medical marijuana list for Vermont.