I'm seriously not worried. I think the second there is a confirmed case in my state I may start to get nervous. But doesn't the regular flu kill like a hundred thousand people a year anyways?? These numbers aren't even close to that..
Confirmed Cases
Arizona 1
California 14
Indiana 1
Kansas 2
Massachusetts 2
Michigan 1
Nevada 1
New York 50
Ohio 1
South Carolina 10
Confirmed Deaths
Texas 1
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Hubby got hurt...
So I just got a phone call from my husband telling me he hurt his ankle while playing basketball at work. He doesn't know if it's broken or what but says it's swelling up and he can't put any weight on it. He says he thinks he tore something. WONDERFUL! And get this.. like a typical guy he wants to wait and see how it goes before going to the ER to get it checked. So anyways I'm staying home from work tonight to help him... hopefully I can convince him to go in tonight. I'll say a prayer for him.
Oh and quick update on the girl who came in last week (see post below)... you're not going to believe this... I didn't. She told me she wants to go to an Oxford house when she completes treatment, that she doesn't ever want to put a needle in her arm or a drink in her mouth ever again. I swear God is so amazing!!
Oh and quick update on the girl who came in last week (see post below)... you're not going to believe this... I didn't. She told me she wants to go to an Oxford house when she completes treatment, that she doesn't ever want to put a needle in her arm or a drink in her mouth ever again. I swear God is so amazing!!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
"You can take those tank tops and shove them up your a**!!"
So yesterday a miraculous thing happened. After I got Hailey ready and off to the bus stop the other children were still sleeping.. so I climbed back into bed at 8:30. I thought I would MAYBE have an extra half hour to sleep but I didn't care, I hadn't gone to sleep until almost 3am. Well when I woke up to the sound of Elijah fussing in the other room I glanced up at the clock and it was 10:20. Mind you, my clock is always 10min fast, but STILL!!! I was so excited I leaped out of bed in the best mood I'd had in days. By the time I left for work I was so energized I didn't even need caffeine. Rare, to say the least.
But then I get a call from my boss at work telling me that everyone on swing shift has to come in early. I can't since Chris doesn't get out of work until 3, and usually makes it to my work just in time for me to not be late. But it set a tone... this was going to be a long day at work. But I had no idea.
I walked in to everything in the girls hall in giant garbage bags. LICE. I put my hair up and proceeded, with the help of my coworkers, to bag and tag all of the girls belongings and blankets. Then disinfect all of the mattresses. Kara, an awesome lady that I work with, had the lucky job of shampooing and picking out all of the lice and eggs from the girls hair. I should get that girl some flowers or something. Anyways, that was only the beginning of my night.
I had the craziest admit of my life. I walk in to the admit room to an 18 year old girl yelling obscenities into her cell phone cursing inpatient, a sweet little white haired grandma, a very sad and worried mother and a two year old girl with a binkie in her mouth. Obviously I knew which one would be staying. Haha!
This is not a small girl. And her mother proceeds to tell me she was kicked out of her previous inpatient treatment center for threatening the staff. WONDERFUL! She asks me "How many guys are here? How many f*cking girls?? Do they have attitudes?? You need to tell them I'm the alpha female in this b*tch." Oh sweet goodness... this girl is going to be trouble. She starts asking me questions about our rules and looks at her mother and says "You WILL come pick me up if I don't like it here! Or I will flip the f*ck out on someone. I will roll on a b*tch." I'm thinking to myself, with your size, roll would be the appropriate word.
Eventually I begin searching through her things and mention to her that tank tops are not allowed in treatment. She FLIPS! "F*CK YOU! F*CK THIS PLACE! IF I CAN'T HAVE MY TANK TOPS I'M NOT COMING IN TO THIS G*Y A** F*CKING PLACE! UH UH. OH F*CK NO! GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY WAY, I'M LEAVING. YOU CAN TAKE THOSE TANK TOPS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR A**!" She proceeds to take all four suitcases and walk out the door. I'm secretly thinking to myself "Good riddance, I couldn't handle 35 days of you anyways!" And then I look at the faces of her mother, grandmother, and two year old niece and I remember why I do what I do. This isn't their little girl that is freaking out, this is the disease of addiction that has taken over her mind, body and spirit... this is a sick person NOT a bad person.
I start talking to the mother and grandmother about other options, and my coworker suggests a lock down facility for them. Then they tell me they are overwhelmed and don't know what to do. That she died three days ago. Her heart stopped from an overdose and someone had to do CPR on her for five minutes until the ambulance got there to shock her to life. It's a miracle this girl is alive.. and God has given me the opportunity to help her. I walk outside and knock on the van she's sitting in. After about 10 minutes of very calm and loving persuasion she agrees to stay for the night... to give it a shot.
I won't go into the rest of the drama from last night because it would take all of tonight to type it. But she was still in the building when I left. I pray to God she will be there tomorrow when I get back. I truly believe God has a very special purpose for this young lady. I see her one day fighting this disease that once almost killed her. If you read this and get a chance... pray for her. She needs all the help she can get.
But then I get a call from my boss at work telling me that everyone on swing shift has to come in early. I can't since Chris doesn't get out of work until 3, and usually makes it to my work just in time for me to not be late. But it set a tone... this was going to be a long day at work. But I had no idea.
I walked in to everything in the girls hall in giant garbage bags. LICE. I put my hair up and proceeded, with the help of my coworkers, to bag and tag all of the girls belongings and blankets. Then disinfect all of the mattresses. Kara, an awesome lady that I work with, had the lucky job of shampooing and picking out all of the lice and eggs from the girls hair. I should get that girl some flowers or something. Anyways, that was only the beginning of my night.
I had the craziest admit of my life. I walk in to the admit room to an 18 year old girl yelling obscenities into her cell phone cursing inpatient, a sweet little white haired grandma, a very sad and worried mother and a two year old girl with a binkie in her mouth. Obviously I knew which one would be staying. Haha!
This is not a small girl. And her mother proceeds to tell me she was kicked out of her previous inpatient treatment center for threatening the staff. WONDERFUL! She asks me "How many guys are here? How many f*cking girls?? Do they have attitudes?? You need to tell them I'm the alpha female in this b*tch." Oh sweet goodness... this girl is going to be trouble. She starts asking me questions about our rules and looks at her mother and says "You WILL come pick me up if I don't like it here! Or I will flip the f*ck out on someone. I will roll on a b*tch." I'm thinking to myself, with your size, roll would be the appropriate word.
Eventually I begin searching through her things and mention to her that tank tops are not allowed in treatment. She FLIPS! "F*CK YOU! F*CK THIS PLACE! IF I CAN'T HAVE MY TANK TOPS I'M NOT COMING IN TO THIS G*Y A** F*CKING PLACE! UH UH. OH F*CK NO! GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY WAY, I'M LEAVING. YOU CAN TAKE THOSE TANK TOPS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR A**!" She proceeds to take all four suitcases and walk out the door. I'm secretly thinking to myself "Good riddance, I couldn't handle 35 days of you anyways!" And then I look at the faces of her mother, grandmother, and two year old niece and I remember why I do what I do. This isn't their little girl that is freaking out, this is the disease of addiction that has taken over her mind, body and spirit... this is a sick person NOT a bad person.
I start talking to the mother and grandmother about other options, and my coworker suggests a lock down facility for them. Then they tell me they are overwhelmed and don't know what to do. That she died three days ago. Her heart stopped from an overdose and someone had to do CPR on her for five minutes until the ambulance got there to shock her to life. It's a miracle this girl is alive.. and God has given me the opportunity to help her. I walk outside and knock on the van she's sitting in. After about 10 minutes of very calm and loving persuasion she agrees to stay for the night... to give it a shot.
I won't go into the rest of the drama from last night because it would take all of tonight to type it. But she was still in the building when I left. I pray to God she will be there tomorrow when I get back. I truly believe God has a very special purpose for this young lady. I see her one day fighting this disease that once almost killed her. If you read this and get a chance... pray for her. She needs all the help she can get.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
If I had one day where I could stay in bed all day...
I doubt it would look like this. But, still a beautiful video nonetheless...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A day in the life...
So a quick run down of the current day to day (my week begins on Wednesday so that's where I'll start):
Wednesday, Thurdsay & Friday
I wake up at 8am and get all the kids up and ready, then Hailey and Lily off to school. I attempt to get things done around the house but typically end up just cleaning up any new messes the kids tend to make. Let the dogs out, breakfast, change diapers, play with the kiddos. Lily has to be picked up around 11am. Then I go up to get Hailey from the bus around 12. Then it's time for lunch, diaper changes, laundry, shower and getting ready for work.
I load all 4 kids into the car and we leave for Burien around 2:30pm. (45min car ride) Typically there is a jumbled mess of yelling, crying, singing and dancing on the car ride to work. Fun but crazy. I'll try to post a video of a typical car ride later.
3:15pm I usually get to work. I meet hubby there and we have a quick "How was your day" usually. Unless he's late (which happens quite a bit), in which case I grab my purse and run inside. Work consists of me motivating patients to go where they are scheduled to be. Difficult work sometimes when you're working with drug addicted teenagers trying to get clean. But a lot of the time is spent talking to them, supporting them when they're upset, playing games, going to the park, etc etc. There are days I get cussed out, and made fun of... but the good days FAR outweigh the bad. I get off work at midnight and usually am home by 1am. Then I spend a little time with Chris and we go to bed.
Saturday
Malachi, Hailey and Lily all have "The Little Gym" on Saturday mornings. Malachi at 10:30, the girls at 12. Then Chris and I attempt to fit in grocery shopping and other misc tasks that have been adding up throughout the week. There is a lot to get caught up on with 4 kids. Then I leave for work at 2:30p.
Sunday
Church! Lately I have been so tiered by Sunday that I fight against getting up early on one of the only two days I can sleep past 8am. Chris is such an amazing husband for continuing to motivate me despite my grumpy Sunday morning beginnings. God love him! Then I go to work again at... you guessed it.. 2:30.
Monday & Tuesday
My "days off"!! In case nobody has told you yet, or you don't have kids... mothers don't usually get "days off". Although I am a very lucky lady with a wonderful husband who makes dinner and does dishes. So Monday and Tuesdays are by far my favorite days of the week. Same beginning as Wednesday, Thursday and Friday but instead of leaving for work at 2:30, I wait for Chris to get home at 5. On Mondays when he gets home we take the kids to an indoor play area and let them run and play! Tuesday nights are our "get everything done" time. Costco trips are usually done on Tuesday night.
AH! Now that I have filled you in on the basics, I'm excited to start on the small moments in the midst of the madness that make everything worth it! But right now it's back to the grind. I hear a mountain of laundry, and a two year old calling my name..
Wednesday, Thurdsay & Friday
I wake up at 8am and get all the kids up and ready, then Hailey and Lily off to school. I attempt to get things done around the house but typically end up just cleaning up any new messes the kids tend to make. Let the dogs out, breakfast, change diapers, play with the kiddos. Lily has to be picked up around 11am. Then I go up to get Hailey from the bus around 12. Then it's time for lunch, diaper changes, laundry, shower and getting ready for work.
I load all 4 kids into the car and we leave for Burien around 2:30pm. (45min car ride) Typically there is a jumbled mess of yelling, crying, singing and dancing on the car ride to work. Fun but crazy. I'll try to post a video of a typical car ride later.
3:15pm I usually get to work. I meet hubby there and we have a quick "How was your day" usually. Unless he's late (which happens quite a bit), in which case I grab my purse and run inside. Work consists of me motivating patients to go where they are scheduled to be. Difficult work sometimes when you're working with drug addicted teenagers trying to get clean. But a lot of the time is spent talking to them, supporting them when they're upset, playing games, going to the park, etc etc. There are days I get cussed out, and made fun of... but the good days FAR outweigh the bad. I get off work at midnight and usually am home by 1am. Then I spend a little time with Chris and we go to bed.
Saturday
Malachi, Hailey and Lily all have "The Little Gym" on Saturday mornings. Malachi at 10:30, the girls at 12. Then Chris and I attempt to fit in grocery shopping and other misc tasks that have been adding up throughout the week. There is a lot to get caught up on with 4 kids. Then I leave for work at 2:30p.
Sunday
Church! Lately I have been so tiered by Sunday that I fight against getting up early on one of the only two days I can sleep past 8am. Chris is such an amazing husband for continuing to motivate me despite my grumpy Sunday morning beginnings. God love him! Then I go to work again at... you guessed it.. 2:30.
Monday & Tuesday
My "days off"!! In case nobody has told you yet, or you don't have kids... mothers don't usually get "days off". Although I am a very lucky lady with a wonderful husband who makes dinner and does dishes. So Monday and Tuesdays are by far my favorite days of the week. Same beginning as Wednesday, Thursday and Friday but instead of leaving for work at 2:30, I wait for Chris to get home at 5. On Mondays when he gets home we take the kids to an indoor play area and let them run and play! Tuesday nights are our "get everything done" time. Costco trips are usually done on Tuesday night.
AH! Now that I have filled you in on the basics, I'm excited to start on the small moments in the midst of the madness that make everything worth it! But right now it's back to the grind. I hear a mountain of laundry, and a two year old calling my name..
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