Leeches!!

Anybody ever see a bill for $14.95 from Passport to Fun that they didnt remember ordering? Thats what I saw on my statement this afternoon and was like....what did I order. I really had to scan my brain, i mean....passport to fun SOUNDS like something i could have ordered but what is it? So I called the company and it was some rewards stuff for target and some other stores I dont shop at. I called them to cancel, and then I called American Express to see if they could block it. They couldnt, but they set up an "investigation" to see how I got connected to them. I did my own little investigation online, and it turns out that Passport pays money to Travelocity to lure in customers. Evil! oh, and at least the connection makes sense..i did buy plane tickets from Travelocity recently...so I must have not read the fine print (I can't say I enjoy reading fine print...).

So be careful out there folks...especially all you internet shoppers which seems to be everyone these days.

In terms of other updates I opened up the comments section on this blog, so now the whole world is invited to comment anywhere on this blogger. Feedback and thoughts always appreciated :)

this is the countdown you see

Life moves pretty fast. If we don't stop to smell the roses, we just might miss it. Are you paying attention to the things in life that really count?




42 days til I go to Brussells...

122 days til Jennifer's Wedding...


not that im counting towards life altering events or anything ;)

ordinary day in the life of nat

wake up at 5 am
get to work 6:40ish, sun is just rising over the east river
start at 7 am
get reports from night shift, check to make sure everyone is breathing
assess new patients, check up on the ones i know from before, look over charting, give nurse manager updates
meds, send patients to tests, draw bloods, suction trachs, clear out PEGs, hang IVs, answer a million phone calls about all sorts of issues regarding patients, meds, meds, meds, get reports from nurse manager about updates, talk to PT, nutrition, social worker, IVs, more blood, more tests, more phone calls, worried family members, BREAK
go outside on 1st avenue to breath and see civilization
get report from a nurse to cover both her 6-7 patients and mine. meds, IVs, tests, phone calls, issues, problems, solutions, send some patients home, prepare for new admissions from ER or MICU
meds, meds, meds, finding out tests results, figure out who'se going for surgery, closely track the psych patients from the 11th floor who are on the floor for monitoring.
5 pmish do my 12 hour checks and start finishing up stuff to report off for nights
meds, especially coumadin, potassium and magnesium
6:50 start counting minutes, double check to make sure everyone is still breathing and present
7PM eagerly greet night shift to pass on the adventures of the day

7:30-7:40 homebound. and if i'm extra lucky Soshini comes up to the floor and we stroll down to the subways recapping on how crazy working in a hospital really is. Home 830ish, 9ish.

how do you throw it back in?

If you think that life is stressful or confusing in your teens, the early twenties aren't times of super security either. Things that once make you happy require so much more, because you've lived so much more and you know so much more. I'm either caught up in this quiet desperation that I may never be truly understood, or I'm out being baffled by yet another event that has swung around, completely out of my peripheral vision, and into a karmachasmic cycle.

demand more?

i'd like to...if i knew it wasnt in vain. things start off well. and then it fades. and its not really a badly tragic thing. i don't lose sleep over it. i lose sleep over staying out all night. and so when one lives life in action rather than waiting, moving on is going to happen constantly over and over again, unless you pick up someone along the way that just plane sticks. where's the superglue?

i'm strongly under the impression that the truth is, most of us walk around with a preassumption that we already found glue that holds the pieces together, and that the particular piece we need is just waiting to get attached. because if we were more concerned about finding that piece and making sure it would stick around we'd be making a more resolved and clear cut step process to get that piece. however, the truth is, its not. the piece has a mind of its own and isnt going to stick around for anybody but herself, until she finally realizes, after years of starring in the three-ring circus of her so-called-life, hopping around puzzle after puzzle dancing to the beat of some clubheads track that if you really want ONE significant other you would close down your webshots that are filled with ghosts from the past, stop being shady, prevent all unecessary worlds from colliding, seriously take out ALL the other distractions from your cell phone, and settle down.

someday, i will demand more.

from myself.

and you'll follow through.

but for now....

work is good. its the one place im starting to learn to really predict things...i know what the doctors will order before they order it...i know when pharmacy will forget things...

and paul van dyk was another energy booster this weekend (not really an energy drainer, though i danced all night and didnt sleep for 24 hrs or so...).