Monday, October 24, 2011

Just a Little Creepy!

There is a guy here at the hospital who works for facilities and engineering. He is one of 9 or 10 kids, mostly girls and he has never been married. He is "of the local religion" and informed me once that he was surprised I wasn't since I am so nice. Is that not offensive?! I know he meant it well but really! I swear he is stalking me. He just popped into my office and said "did you go our of town this weekend?" I said no and he replied, "I was thinking about you all weekend and wondered if you went to St. George since it was so nice." Why on God's green earth would I have gone out of town and why was he thinking of me? It kind of creeps me out just a bit. Its not the first time he has overstepped the line of "water cooler conversation." Just coming into my office is a bit too much.

In other news, dad started chemo on Friday. He is doing OK. Not great. He still has a sense of humor for the most part. I know he doesn't want to lose his hair. He keeping wondering aloud if it will come out in big clumps.

What is it with little boys and farting? On Sat. Keegan was a bit gassy and he spent all day trying to rip one and then laughing like crazy. On Sunday he let loose in the tub and that was the funniest thing ever. Then he got a whoopie cushion and spent an hour putting it on my chair. At least it kept him entertained.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

This is my mean manager voice!

Apparently, I am too nice to be a boss. Or at least that is what I was told about seven years ago when I met the daughter's of one of my staff. Sadly it was about a month later that I got to fire my first employee- wait, no it was my second. But the first kind of doesn't count since she was a per diem and they are "at will." Its easy to fire an "at will" well easy in an HR sense. And yes, they were right, sometimes I am too nice to be a boss. But this week I got a bit terse. Only three people approved payroll, one person didn't do a time card and I found out one of my staff was bullying her co-workers. But only in Spanish. I guess she gets some kind of attitude in her own language because she is pretty meek in English. Since I don't understand more than muy pocito I didn't know that. So I had to use my mean voice. I happened to post that on FB and some of my colleagues (I'm very careful about who from work I am "friends" with) gave me crap about not having a mean voice. Then Brian's cousin started in. I guess I need to work on mean. At a meeting today, I tried to show M my mean voice and I started laughing. I guess I don't have one. I did get told that although I am short in stature, I am mighty in attitude. And that's a good thing coming from this person.

On another note, we opened the lactation clinic yesterday. I so badly want this to be a success. We have been working on it for years! OK, as an aside but still its been on the back burner and now its happening. I think that half full day one was good. It will pick up- it just has to. So boring stuff I'm writing about today, but its so great to finally get a forward step after years of swimming upstream. Our NBICU team is doing a quality project with breastmilk and finally the neo's are pushing it not holding it back. One giant public health step forward! Oh and patient satisfaction and quality are in there too.

My sister called this afternoon because she was worried she should drive out since dad starts chemo on Friday. I told her no she didn't need to. Not that I don't want her here but she can't keep running out here. This sucks sucks sucks. I really do think this is the end for him, but I don't want to be less than optimistic. I told her that I would call her when I thought she should come. I really think the chemo will make him sick and weak but that he still has some time- its the surgery I am worried about. I did just send him a message that we need to go over his finances so that I know what to do. That was a sucky sucky conversation. I keep looking at the future without him and is makes me so sad. I wish I had valued him when I was a teenager. But we did get 25 years we never imagined we would have. Energizer bunny he is.

I hope to get past this gloomy reflective period in my life and start remembering the funny anecdotes from the day. That is the real reason I started this blog.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Wow what a week!

Monday begin in a rush since I was taking dad in for his bronchoscopy. I got everyone where they needed to be and got him up there just in the nick of time only to have the procedure bumped due to an emergency at Primary. His anesthesia team got sent over there. We worked out the details and I got him back for his 1:45 procedure that was to take 45-60 min. I figured I run to my office and do a few things before going down to retrieve him. At 3:00 I got a bit nervous. At 3:30 I was fidgeting and at 3:45 when they called I knew exactly what she was going to say. He didn't tolerate the anesthesia well and had a bit of respiratory distress. I went right down and found RT there. UM, I know enough to know that RT gets called when the nurses can't do any more. Turns out they bagged him 20 minutes. Well that got him a ticket to an overnight stay. Not good.

Tuesday brought the funeral for Joe. Dad didn't get released in time and mom had to miss the whole thing. That did not make her a happy camper but more of a passive aggressive martyr. I tried to help. She didn't go for any of it. Basically, she took the ball and went home. Dad did get home by evening and he did get staged at 3a. No good. I was hoping for 1b or 2a. I'm so far from a cancer expert but I didn't know that a 3 sucks. Chemo starts this week.

Wed I was a wreck. When the school called to tell me Keegan punched a kid in the mouth. I started crying. Poor principal got the brunt of week and i just sobbed. I like Mrs. Mootz though. i like how she handled the assault incident and he didn't get in trouble. He did get a talking to and the other kid really wasn't hurt. For the record, he was picking on Keegan and he'd had enough.

Thursday jury duty. That was actually fun. I've always wanted to be on a jury (I know weird) but I think it would be fun to watch the process. Since i didn't get picked, I took my 18.00, and went shopping, then got to work in time to get in 5 hrs. I got what I needed done and didn't need to claim time off.

Friday was clinical with an orientee and I hadn't slept the night before. Yikes. I like orientees. I like teaching them the way to avoid bottles and work with BF moms. But its like having a puppy follow you around all day. i couldn't get a darn thing done.

Now its Sat. Today was fun but I'm tuckered. We signed up for the Cancer run. Zombies vs humans. The humans ran first and then the zombies chase them. I had arranged for Kate to watch Keegan but due to some unforeseen events, he ended up running with me. His first run and he loved it!!!!!! He did great. We had a moment where he wanted to give up but he didn't. It was a 38 min run for me- not great- but it was a great time for him. Plus it was great having Brian and D both get excited and join in the fun. But now, I'm tuckered and ready for bed.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Winner Winner

I've never had this happen before! I admit, I have a lot of luck. I also do a lot of stupid things too but hey!

Since dad is starting chemo/radiation soon, he wanted a last hurrah! So we took him to Wendover- the closets gambling town to this here dry state. I don't love to gamble but once in a while, its fun to head out to a casino.

The drive out was fun as is any road trip with Em and Ray. Since mom was so freaked about the high winds and road conditions and had a contingency plan for if we got stuck, we sort of had a lot to joke about being as she was in the other car.

After finally getting there and going to the buffet where I was at least 30 years too young since it was mid-week AKA Silver tops and Blue hairs were the main crowd, we checked into a room so that we could take turns watching the babies. We decided to swim and go in the hot tub while mom and dad went to play Keno. (See what a huge gambler I am swimming trumps slots any day.)

Em and I went down to the casino and messed around with 20.00 bucks for a few hours. I got my free drinks and penny slots can keep you going for quite a bit of time. On the way out I told Dad I had a twenty saved for a big gamble in memory of Doug (my friend's husband who died suddenly) Now I love to "spin the wheel" It must come from my days of Wheel of Fortune watching but its just fun. So I picked a slot that had a wheel and sure enough I won three spins. I cashed out with 51.00 almost what I had spent on gambling and lunch. Woo Hoo score!

Dinner in the restaurant was a dumb idea. The waiter was slow the food was horrible and we were ready to get on the road. I told them all I was going to drive the car around but I had decided to play two more spins on a different machine. A good ol fashioned dollar slot that didn't have a million lines and options. I put in a fiver and spun. Won 6 bucks. Woo Hoo. But I did say I was doing two so I pushed the button and got Bar, Bar, Five times your payout!!!!! Well i guess those bars were worth a lot. I didn't even look. I was too busy watching the winning payout climb and climb and climb. 300 smakaroonies! I know, not a ton an amount that could pay for one of the many things I need done- shocks, credit card bill, whatever. I don't' know what I will do with it, but it was fun and that's what matters.

The drive home sucked. I almost killed everyone because despite teasing mom, she was right, there was a huge storm that had blown in and the roads were wet wet wet! A semi barrelled past me and I couldn't see. Almost ran off the road. But we are OK and that is what matters.