As I sit here on Polk Street in San Francisco, I am reminded of why my life is so beautiful. For one thing, the guy behind me agrees completely. I can hear his camera as he is photographing people as they walk by and the sights and sounds (actually he's moved and now he is taking pictures of me as I blog... Is this out of a movie or what??!!)
Since the day I've quit PwC, I've dreamed of what I am doing right now... sitting in Starbucks, sipping my fruffy mocha latte watching as the individuals of the world pass me by and blogging (I am sure Brett's gonna be happy too that I spend 3.99 on a internet connection when we have internet at home not to mention the $5 cup of java I just picked up). If you are wondering where Hurley the pomeranian is at, he is busy getting groomed at Bow Wow Meow right accross the street (another expense, or if you know your debits and credits, a credit for which Brett, my endearing Husband reaps no benefit, but a happy wife is a happy family, right girls?). Life is grand! I truely CANNOT believe that I am living the dream!
Today, I have no school, only volunteering for a few hours. I am starting to train new volunteers which is really cool. They shadow me around, and it makes you realize how much you DO know, although I am aware that within the nursing profession, there is still a lot I DON'T know. So, today I am completing my application to Samuel Merritt. I have to write a couple more samples regarding my volunteer experience and community service, so I am planning on over caffinating myself in order to talk about myself and what a wonderful impact I have on the community through the Every 15 mintues program/motivational speaking and about how wonderful my volunteer experience is. Maybe I should just send them the link to my blog ;)
Volunteering has been INSANE lately. I've seen a woman dying, lips turning blue and doctors dicussing how they are going to "let her go." A drunk man screaming to an old insane man in the bed next to him for being too loud - well actually, let me share that story in full.
I am sitting with the old man, lets call him Bob. Bob doesn't know where he is. He keeps asking me what he is watching, but infact, he is not watching anything, he is reading the newspaper and you know how when you read a newspaper, sometimes the story is continued on to page A3 or A5 or something, well he can't find page A3. So I show him page A3, mind you, this entire time he is YELLING when he is asking me questions. The drunk in the bed next to us, is seperated only by a curtain. Lets call him Dick. Dick is quick to point out to Bob that Bob doesn't have a door on his room, that there is only a curtain, and therefore EVERYONE can hear Bob yelling. I calmly leave Bob, as my 20th time explaining to Bob that the story is continued on to page A3 seems to have no impact on his emotional state. Additionally, I have a hard time explaining to Bob when he asked what it means to follow "Inglorious Bastards on Twitter" and what Twitter is (it was hysterical, but I did not laugh). As I am passing by Dick's bed, I hear "excuse me Miss..." I think to myself, Oh dear God , here it comes....
Dick explains to me that he is detoxing (as if I could not tell from the smell emminating from his bedside) and that he is very thirsty and emotional (as you will see in a second). I explain to him that I am a volunteer and I'd love to provide him with some water but I'll need to check with his nurse first. Here it comes... are you ready? Dicks asks me, "Why are you whispering." I quickly and politely explain that I was in a car accident and this is my voice. Dick starts crying. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry... I am just so emotional right now, I am detoxing ectera ectera." For those of you that know me, I say ectera ectera not because I don't have any sympathy for this man who is in a very uncomfortable state, I just have no doubt that he is probably wasted again at this very moment as we speak, tis the life of an alcoholic. But it did make me question our ability as emotionally stable human beings to supress those severely empathetic feelings we have towards other peoples life's tradegy's to avoid the emotional trauma Dick was undergoing. It was really an emotional whirlwind and pure comedy for the volunteer who was shadowing me and the other two patients in this section of the ER.
Catherine got married in San Diego over the weekend and we had a wonderful time. Lots of laughter and Brett and Romy got lots of man time with Reagan. A lady in the elevator, when it was just Romy, Brett and Reagan said "Oh I think it's so great what you two are doing," implying that they were homosexual life partners.... hysterical (again out of a movie... if you are a movie producer and looking to make a movie, comment on my blog, I've got PLENTY of material....)
That's it for now, I know I haven't blogged in sometime a few weeks but I promise to be better about it... Thanks for reading friends!
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