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People need to get a life. Don’t you think?

Thanks to Heather for the link.

Novocaine and a beautiful day

Heather continues to be such an inspiration to me and her posts are reminders to just be thankful.  Troubles will pass.  I have been and will continue working on being grateful.  It’s easy to complain about this or that, but it just as easy to give God thanks for all that he has given.  And He is so generous.

Today, I’m thankful for such beautiful weather and the fact that after my third visit (that’s about 5 hours total of “open wide”) to the dentist today since Wednesday, I am done.  Well for 6 months at least, which is good-my jaw is sore.  And let me just THANK GOD for Novocaine. 

I grateful that I took the rest of the day off.  I treated myself to a strawberry shake and am thinking about taking a nap.  But I think I will do laundry instead.  I am thankful for good music. 

For the fact that Jake got up this morning, with no complaining, got dressed and ready to go and was standing at the door when it was time to go, I am grateful.  He is such a blessing. 

God is good.

My fave

Working on a psych unit, I have few “favorite patients,” yet this week I have a new one.  She is an elderly lady with dementia.  She is adorable and has a wonderful family.  She calls me “Mary” and “Mother Mary” every single day that I have worked with her.  When I asked her family who Mary was, I was told that there was no Mary in their family.  I have no idea where she gets this.  One of our nurses told me that she calls HER George every time that she works with our lady.  She is consistent.  I’ll give her that. 

She was talking about her kids and, of  course, I started talking about Jake.  I told her that he was cute.  And ornery.  She said, “Would you want them any other way?”(She has eight kids and countless grand kids)

When wheeling her around the unit, she kept talking about how she was on a cruise and was afraid of the water.  When a patient has dementia, I just go with whatever they are saying.  I asked her where we were cruising and reassured her that I would not let her near the water.

She talked yesterday about how she was a daddy’s girl and how she was so spoiled and got everything she wanted.  Then she said ”I got things I didn’t even KNOW I wanted!”  And then she started laughing.  What a doll.

She is feisty and fun and I really enjoy working with her.  It is refreshing to work with a patient with spunk and life.  What is sad is when her family visits and I can tell that she is not herself and it upsets them.  If she is that fun with dementia, I can only imagine how fun she would be in her normal state.  And I really feel for her family.  I adore her and see how much her family loves her.  And then it inspires me to take that much better care of her and how I would want one of my family members treated.  I often need that reminder.  And I really hope and pray that she gets better.