The flu bug that is. One might think that my second ever post would be about something more serious. But that's not how I roll.
I clock in to work yesterday, head through the doors, make a right, and Bam! Closed door (not a funny joke at 6:45am before I've had a chance to sit down at my desk and enjoy those first couple sips of coffee!) Yep, closed doors leading to my division... with a nice little sign "We're experiencing an outbreak of a GI virus on this division. If you do not have a family member here, or if you are feeling ill, please proceed no further. Staff members who do not work on this division, please turn back. Gloves and masks are available at the nurses' station."
Greeeeeaaat. Why did I pick this year to try out my "The flu shot doesn't really help, I get the flu just as much without it, so I'm not going to get it" theory? Clearly, someone is laughing at me. The flu bug has been going around for a couple of weeks now. And it's a doozy: think projectile vomitting and never-ending diarrhea. Not fun. So far, I've managed to avoid it... but it seems that the number of infected residents has reached such a number, that my division is now on "lockdown". No leaving once you're there (except to clock out and go home). No taking patients out of the division to take advantage of activities or just to save their sanity by showing them different walls. No visits from the social worker I adore (and whose office is in the "safe" part of the building).
I spent the last two hours of my day today with the heavy-duty-nothing's-gonna-live-on-surfaces-I-clean wipes, wiping down everything anyone ever touched in our department. It started with "I'll sanitize doorknobs, keyboards, and phone handles" and ended with me heading up the hallway sanitizing every square inch of hand rail in our division, going through a whole container of the (expensive) wipes.
I think I lost 234897849735901 layers of skin on my hands that I'll never get back. They don't make lotion strong enough to counter the effects. And I have to go back into that place tomorrow.
But I don't have the flu...
yet.
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So here I am in blog world. I've never been a blogger, but I've lurked and anonymously followed other blogs for several months. I'm not one who usually makes New Year's resolutions - it just seems like setting myself up for failure. But this year, I've made a promise to myself (still don't like to use the "R" word - since I've never kept any resolution I've ever made, and these are promises I want to keep!). I've promised myself that I'll spend more time making myself happy.
Vague, right? Well... sort of. 2010 was a bit of a tumultuous year for me. It started with me being miserable in a horrible job situation that I just couldn't make myself give up on. It's a long story, but the short of it is that I had what I had, at one time, thought was going to be the job I thought I could have forever.. and it all went to hell. I fought it for a long time. I think it was one of those situations where I had to reach my own personal breaking point. I put up with a lot of shit and was generally a miserable person, until I finally decided to do something about it in June. I had a great opportunity for a new job land in my lap, and I went for it. It has been the best move I could have made. I'm so happy with my work situation now, and I"m confident that I did the right thing.
I've dealt with illness in my family this year. My grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. She's my only living grandmother and though I know she's not getting any younger, I wasn't ready to deal with the possibility of losing her yet. After a month of worrying, hoping, and praying, she had surgery... and we were told it wasn't cancer at all, but a benign tumor. I'm angry that they would throw the "C" word around and scare us all to death... but so grateful that my time with her isn't coming to an end!
Throughout all of the shit I've dealt with, I've gained weight. This has been a steady thing for the last couple of years, but I've gained more weight this year than in the last couple of years. I stepped on the scale last week and couldn't believe the number. I'm at my heaviest. And while I don't expect to ever be a size 6 again, it would be nice if I could get myself back to being healthy.
2010 wasn't a totally miserable year though. My husband and I enjoyed our second year in our dream house, bought an old Mustang to restore (a dream of my husband, J, for a lot time!) and celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary. The only thing that could make our happiness complete on the home front is to finally become parents. This time last year, I threw out my BCPs. But so far, we haven't had any luck getting pregnant. More on that in later posts.
SO! I realize that no one will probably care or want to read any of my ramblings, but I've decided to start this blog to keep track of myself for the next year, and hopefully hold myself accountable to the promises I've made myself. So here's to the beginning of my journey!
Vague, right? Well... sort of. 2010 was a bit of a tumultuous year for me. It started with me being miserable in a horrible job situation that I just couldn't make myself give up on. It's a long story, but the short of it is that I had what I had, at one time, thought was going to be the job I thought I could have forever.. and it all went to hell. I fought it for a long time. I think it was one of those situations where I had to reach my own personal breaking point. I put up with a lot of shit and was generally a miserable person, until I finally decided to do something about it in June. I had a great opportunity for a new job land in my lap, and I went for it. It has been the best move I could have made. I'm so happy with my work situation now, and I"m confident that I did the right thing.
I've dealt with illness in my family this year. My grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. She's my only living grandmother and though I know she's not getting any younger, I wasn't ready to deal with the possibility of losing her yet. After a month of worrying, hoping, and praying, she had surgery... and we were told it wasn't cancer at all, but a benign tumor. I'm angry that they would throw the "C" word around and scare us all to death... but so grateful that my time with her isn't coming to an end!
Throughout all of the shit I've dealt with, I've gained weight. This has been a steady thing for the last couple of years, but I've gained more weight this year than in the last couple of years. I stepped on the scale last week and couldn't believe the number. I'm at my heaviest. And while I don't expect to ever be a size 6 again, it would be nice if I could get myself back to being healthy.
2010 wasn't a totally miserable year though. My husband and I enjoyed our second year in our dream house, bought an old Mustang to restore (a dream of my husband, J, for a lot time!) and celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary. The only thing that could make our happiness complete on the home front is to finally become parents. This time last year, I threw out my BCPs. But so far, we haven't had any luck getting pregnant. More on that in later posts.
SO! I realize that no one will probably care or want to read any of my ramblings, but I've decided to start this blog to keep track of myself for the next year, and hopefully hold myself accountable to the promises I've made myself. So here's to the beginning of my journey!
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