we celebrated my sister and Gabe's one year wedding anniversary and my brother and Katrina's seven year wedding anniversary this weekend. it was yummy with all of the steaks and sides. We got 2 free desserts because we put it we were celebrating special occasion(s). My sister-in-law turned to me and Joey and said "See, you guys have to get married in January too so we can have 3 desserts next time." Joey said that he wanted his own month. My sister suggested September because that's when my parents' anniversary is. I'll let you guys know when that happens because I am still ringless.
Anyway, Monday was my first day on the floor. It was cool. I got to see a cardioversion on my first day. First there was a TEE - basically, it's a scope that goes through the throat and down to see the beatings of the heart - it's like a really cool echocardiogram. After that, they did the cardioversion, meaning they "shocked" the patient's heart so that it would again beat a regular sinus rhythm. The process is very similar to when resuscitating a patient with a defibrillator when doing CPR. It was pretty cool because once the doctor had done it, the patient had a normal sinus rhythm - it happened after the first try. So that was the cool part of my day. Plus I got to do assessments and meds, documentation and all that jazz so it was cool. I work or have classes for the next couple of days straight - from Wednesday of this week through Thursday of next week straight - fun huh? anyway, please keep me in mind on the 20th. I've got a special test. Thanks all! Miss ya lots!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
his "best" friend
so while at the hospital cafeteria today, i ran into an old friend from UCI, she used to work at the bookstore with me. it was very random. anyway, she asked what I was doing there and I said I'm actually in training right now because I'm going to be working on the 5th floor after graduating from nursing school. she's now working at the courthouse, across the way, as an atty for the parents who are trying to re-gain custody of their kids. so we got each other's numbers again and said we would definitely try to catch up.
as we're paying for our food (we're in 2 different lines),
she says "hey, kay, I'll find you a cute boy over there and you find me one over here."
I say "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that very much"
she says "are you still with that guy that you were with in college?"
I say "No .... I'm with his best friend"
she gasps and says "we definitely have to catch up now."
so then I start thinking, not really his best friend, just his oldest friend. but still, it sounds bad saying his friend at all. my other friend and i were just talking about this. in our little incestuous group of friends, we're all still friends - even though everyone has had some sort of relationship or connection with everyone else. in any other normal circle of friends, people usually don't remain friends with their ex's, but in ours, they do. the only one that doesn't is joey. i told joey about this conversation that I had with my other friend last week and he said "see, I'm the only normal one at of all the rest of you." I guess it's true.
as we're paying for our food (we're in 2 different lines),
she says "hey, kay, I'll find you a cute boy over there and you find me one over here."
I say "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that very much"
she says "are you still with that guy that you were with in college?"
I say "No .... I'm with his best friend"
she gasps and says "we definitely have to catch up now."
so then I start thinking, not really his best friend, just his oldest friend. but still, it sounds bad saying his friend at all. my other friend and i were just talking about this. in our little incestuous group of friends, we're all still friends - even though everyone has had some sort of relationship or connection with everyone else. in any other normal circle of friends, people usually don't remain friends with their ex's, but in ours, they do. the only one that doesn't is joey. i told joey about this conversation that I had with my other friend last week and he said "see, I'm the only normal one at of all the rest of you." I guess it's true.
Monday, January 23, 2006
81!
I can't be a Laker fan without blogging about Kobe's amazing performance last night! 81 points! seriously though, 81 points by one person! it was amazing ... and bet you he'll surpass himself one day. that's it.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
the saddest anniversary
so I just went to Mass today and the homily began with today being the saddest anniversary ever. 33 years ago today, Roe v. Wade passed. and the statistics that our pastor mentioned were amazing:
40 million babies have died since the legalization of abortion
that's 1.3 million babies each year
and there are 157 each day in LA county alone
how sad.
they had a candlelight vigil at the cathedral yesterday and they had 157 people light candles for all of the babies that had died yesterday alone. then they had 157 seconds of silence. our pastor said that in the midst of the 157 seconds of silence, there was a little bustle of young children getting restless and some children starting to cry, but it was a welcome sound because these children were given a chance at the world.
another quotable he said was from Blessed Theresa of Calcutta. She stated "until the world is not afraid of children, then there will never be peace"
we can only pray for all of these children and their families. go life - all the way.
40 million babies have died since the legalization of abortion
that's 1.3 million babies each year
and there are 157 each day in LA county alone
how sad.
they had a candlelight vigil at the cathedral yesterday and they had 157 people light candles for all of the babies that had died yesterday alone. then they had 157 seconds of silence. our pastor said that in the midst of the 157 seconds of silence, there was a little bustle of young children getting restless and some children starting to cry, but it was a welcome sound because these children were given a chance at the world.
another quotable he said was from Blessed Theresa of Calcutta. She stated "until the world is not afraid of children, then there will never be peace"
we can only pray for all of these children and their families. go life - all the way.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
the bet
so my friend has been trying to get over her ex- for months, i would like to say almost a year now. they had decided last year, at around this time, that they were going to break up on valentine's day 2005. that was the set date. then, his job stability got shaken and he had to take a transfer - to honolulu. so that pushed up their break up because they were already on the verge of breaking up and it kind of set circumstances. they were together for 8 years.
since then, she's been trying to get over him. but, he always comes back to the mainland every 3 months to visit and we all get together because we're all still friends. but every time he comes around, they start hanging out again - just the two of them - nothing physical but just getting emotionally attached - again.
so after his most recent trip, they were talking and then she decided she was done. it had been almost a year and she wanted to stop getting strung along. so, i did what my sister did to me when she was teaching me and everyone else how to get over someone - I made a bet. My sister won herself $100, a snowboard and a trip to Disneyland testing girls on how they can't hold themselves back and speak to their ex-boyfriends (I lost the $100.)
anyway, so I made a bet. I said 6 months of no communication. It would be healthy for her so that she could move on and she could just put him away, just a little. If she did call him within that 6 month span, then I won a trip to Vegas. If not, then I would pay for our trip to Vegas. This bet was made a little bit before Christmas.
So here it is, the middle of January, and guess what? I won the bet - Vegas here I come!
We had dinner last night and as soon as we sit down she says "I owe you a trip to Vegas." I win. But it sucks because now we're in the same pattern again. How do you get over someone after 8 years and that you know that they still - to this day - admittedly care about you? I always tell my guy friend - the other side of this relationship - that he's such an ass. he can't make up his mind and that he's stringing her along, basically wanting to have his cake and eat it too. he knows that but he doesn't know how to change it either. he thought moving away would be good for them but every time he comes back, it's the same thing. oh well. we'll see.
since then, she's been trying to get over him. but, he always comes back to the mainland every 3 months to visit and we all get together because we're all still friends. but every time he comes around, they start hanging out again - just the two of them - nothing physical but just getting emotionally attached - again.
so after his most recent trip, they were talking and then she decided she was done. it had been almost a year and she wanted to stop getting strung along. so, i did what my sister did to me when she was teaching me and everyone else how to get over someone - I made a bet. My sister won herself $100, a snowboard and a trip to Disneyland testing girls on how they can't hold themselves back and speak to their ex-boyfriends (I lost the $100.)
anyway, so I made a bet. I said 6 months of no communication. It would be healthy for her so that she could move on and she could just put him away, just a little. If she did call him within that 6 month span, then I won a trip to Vegas. If not, then I would pay for our trip to Vegas. This bet was made a little bit before Christmas.
So here it is, the middle of January, and guess what? I won the bet - Vegas here I come!
We had dinner last night and as soon as we sit down she says "I owe you a trip to Vegas." I win. But it sucks because now we're in the same pattern again. How do you get over someone after 8 years and that you know that they still - to this day - admittedly care about you? I always tell my guy friend - the other side of this relationship - that he's such an ass. he can't make up his mind and that he's stringing her along, basically wanting to have his cake and eat it too. he knows that but he doesn't know how to change it either. he thought moving away would be good for them but every time he comes back, it's the same thing. oh well. we'll see.
Monday, January 16, 2006
spit up, throw up and cut up aloha style
My Hawaii trip was nuts. I had a tickle in my throat before I left but I had a lot of hot fluids that made me feel better before we got off the plane. Tuesday and Wednesday were good - we went barhopping and to Matsumoto's for some shaved ice and saw some basking sea turtles. We went to the beach for some sun, we watched J Mo surf for a bit and then we went to the hot tub to loosen some muscles. This other lady went into the hot tub with us and she was so funny. She couldn't handle the heat and was acting like the crazy chick in 40 year old virgin who liked her bathtub a little too much. Anyway, we had some yummy sushi that night but that night was the end of the party.
Thursday Joey started feeling really bad so we left the Bishop Museum after one trip to Polynesian and Hawaiian Hall. We got home and rested, waited for J Mo to get off of work, had us some ramen for dinner and then Joey started throwing up. Meanwhile, I probably had about 4 bites of my soup because it was getting very difficult to eat. By Friday, the right side of my neck was swollen and I couldn't swallow very much at all . I had a spit cup with me when we decided to lay out on the beach because it was much easier to spit up than to swallow. Joey's throwing up turned into diarrhea and he was running a temperature the whole time. There were times when we were both in the bathroom, me by the sink trying to spit up, him by the throne spitting and gagging. By Saturday I was sad, I was tired, I broke down and started crying and I just wanted to go home. I told Joey to go with J Mo to dinner and I would start packing. the trick was I was taking motrin to make the inflammation go down so by after that first hour and a half, the inflammation would be reduced just enough so that I could swallow some food and drink. if not, I would not be able to eat at all. After Joey and Joey returned from dinner, he's like "are you sure you didn't have an allergic reaction to the motrin? it says swollen face." so, at this point i couldn't swallow, couldn't eat, couldn't drink, couldn't talk - imagine how miserable i was, i couldn't even talk! but i could breathe so i wasn't too worried. our flight was scheduled for 3:45 PM on Sunday. I was tossing and turning all night because I kept thinking ABC's I had learned in school - airway, breathing, circulation. By 2:30 AM, I woke Joey up and said that I wanted to go to the hospital. I didn't want a compromised airway on the plane. so Joey and Joey took me to the ER. The triage nurse thought I had mono. When the doc came in, he actually didn't know what was wrong with me. no fever, no diaphoresis, no other symptoms but my swollen neck and the fact that I couldn't open my mouth very wide. He even told me "you know I'm having trouble too" he didn't know what was wrong with me either. I tried to open my mouth for him. he took a light and I leaned as much as I could so he could get a good angle and then he knew right away. he said that i had paratonsillar abscess that was so big that it was pushing my uvula to the side. Paratonsillar abscess means that there was a big ball of pus that near my tonsils, so big that it was pushing my uvula - that thing in the back of your throat- and of course that was why i couldn't swallow. I told him I was supposed to go back to the mainland on Sunday afternoon. He told me that was probably not going to happen until ENT came because he couldn't perform the drain by himself. He called ENT asap. they hooked me up to an IV because I was tachycardic because I was so dehydrated. they took some x-rays and the x-ray tech was like "what happened?" i couldn't talk and i didn't feel like talking so i just told him that I couldn't talk. They gave me some toradol and some morphine to ease the pain. then ENT doc, this little Asian doc that was very nice and personable. he came in and gave me some novocaine topical spray and 3 shots of novocaine. they were going to aspirate to see if they could find the pus. first needle, nothing. second needle, there was about 30 cc of pus that he got out. it was nasty but oh the relief. then he's like "blade" and the RN handed him a blade and he cut me up and opened it up some more to drain. meanwhile i'm gagging and spitting up blood but it felt so good. anyway, i was out of the hopsital by 5 AM. The RN that discharged me saw my address. he, too, lived in Diamond Bar before. He asked what I did and I said I just graduated from nursing school. He said that he had gone to Mt. Sac. I told him I went to GWC and he said that he always used to go to the Ruby's out there. I told him that Joey was a manager out in the one in RSM. He's like "I miss Ruby's food." I told him that they would be opening one in Honolulu next year. He said Joey should transfer out. I said, yeah, I should be a traveler and work out there too. He said that I didn't need to be a traveler, he could hook me up with a job. Maybe by then I won't be so traumatized to return. aloha! Joey, poor thing, still cannot breathe well. We gave him a nebulizer treatment when we got back last night to open up his airways and it made him spit up a lot of stuff but he's not even close to 100%. His back still hurts, his fungus on his hands and feet haven't gone away and he's getting a tickle in his throat. i hope it's not a paratonsillar abscess. let's just hope and pray. thanks for taking care of me bubba even though you were sick yourself!
Thursday Joey started feeling really bad so we left the Bishop Museum after one trip to Polynesian and Hawaiian Hall. We got home and rested, waited for J Mo to get off of work, had us some ramen for dinner and then Joey started throwing up. Meanwhile, I probably had about 4 bites of my soup because it was getting very difficult to eat. By Friday, the right side of my neck was swollen and I couldn't swallow very much at all . I had a spit cup with me when we decided to lay out on the beach because it was much easier to spit up than to swallow. Joey's throwing up turned into diarrhea and he was running a temperature the whole time. There were times when we were both in the bathroom, me by the sink trying to spit up, him by the throne spitting and gagging. By Saturday I was sad, I was tired, I broke down and started crying and I just wanted to go home. I told Joey to go with J Mo to dinner and I would start packing. the trick was I was taking motrin to make the inflammation go down so by after that first hour and a half, the inflammation would be reduced just enough so that I could swallow some food and drink. if not, I would not be able to eat at all. After Joey and Joey returned from dinner, he's like "are you sure you didn't have an allergic reaction to the motrin? it says swollen face." so, at this point i couldn't swallow, couldn't eat, couldn't drink, couldn't talk - imagine how miserable i was, i couldn't even talk! but i could breathe so i wasn't too worried. our flight was scheduled for 3:45 PM on Sunday. I was tossing and turning all night because I kept thinking ABC's I had learned in school - airway, breathing, circulation. By 2:30 AM, I woke Joey up and said that I wanted to go to the hospital. I didn't want a compromised airway on the plane. so Joey and Joey took me to the ER. The triage nurse thought I had mono. When the doc came in, he actually didn't know what was wrong with me. no fever, no diaphoresis, no other symptoms but my swollen neck and the fact that I couldn't open my mouth very wide. He even told me "you know I'm having trouble too" he didn't know what was wrong with me either. I tried to open my mouth for him. he took a light and I leaned as much as I could so he could get a good angle and then he knew right away. he said that i had paratonsillar abscess that was so big that it was pushing my uvula to the side. Paratonsillar abscess means that there was a big ball of pus that near my tonsils, so big that it was pushing my uvula - that thing in the back of your throat- and of course that was why i couldn't swallow. I told him I was supposed to go back to the mainland on Sunday afternoon. He told me that was probably not going to happen until ENT came because he couldn't perform the drain by himself. He called ENT asap. they hooked me up to an IV because I was tachycardic because I was so dehydrated. they took some x-rays and the x-ray tech was like "what happened?" i couldn't talk and i didn't feel like talking so i just told him that I couldn't talk. They gave me some toradol and some morphine to ease the pain. then ENT doc, this little Asian doc that was very nice and personable. he came in and gave me some novocaine topical spray and 3 shots of novocaine. they were going to aspirate to see if they could find the pus. first needle, nothing. second needle, there was about 30 cc of pus that he got out. it was nasty but oh the relief. then he's like "blade" and the RN handed him a blade and he cut me up and opened it up some more to drain. meanwhile i'm gagging and spitting up blood but it felt so good. anyway, i was out of the hopsital by 5 AM. The RN that discharged me saw my address. he, too, lived in Diamond Bar before. He asked what I did and I said I just graduated from nursing school. He said that he had gone to Mt. Sac. I told him I went to GWC and he said that he always used to go to the Ruby's out there. I told him that Joey was a manager out in the one in RSM. He's like "I miss Ruby's food." I told him that they would be opening one in Honolulu next year. He said Joey should transfer out. I said, yeah, I should be a traveler and work out there too. He said that I didn't need to be a traveler, he could hook me up with a job. Maybe by then I won't be so traumatized to return. aloha! Joey, poor thing, still cannot breathe well. We gave him a nebulizer treatment when we got back last night to open up his airways and it made him spit up a lot of stuff but he's not even close to 100%. His back still hurts, his fungus on his hands and feet haven't gone away and he's getting a tickle in his throat. i hope it's not a paratonsillar abscess. let's just hope and pray. thanks for taking care of me bubba even though you were sick yourself!
Sunday, January 08, 2006
sonicare, wedding crashers and anniversaries
it was our 2-year anniversary on saturday - me and joey's that is. we had no idea what to get each other. i had suggested earlier in the week that we should not get each other anything and simply enjoy each other's company. joey laughed but i thought it was a good idea. so all week long, i've been telling him that i haven't gotten him anything and he said the same thing. neither of us had time to go shopping. so after dana's bday dinner, we went to his sister's house. we were all hanging out and playing cards and then at midnight i greeted him happy anniversary. happy anniversary and that was it. cool. i was safe.
then when we were leaving, he hands me this bag. i had a feeling about the bag because his cousin said "it's in here" earlier in the night. so, lo and behold, he did get me a present. part of my wish list from my kris kringle was a sonicare toothbrush. since i didn't get it from my kris kringle, that's what joey got me. i was so mad. not mad, but i just felt bad. he had got his cousin to buy it for me because he didn't have time to do so himself. sweet huh? but i ended up to be the bad significant other. that made me determined. i had a full 24-hours to come up with a gift. but i had to go to my cousin's son's bday on saturday. so i went shopping early in the day - while he was at work. i ended up getting him the iPod transmitter thing he wanted, Angels and Demons hardback because he refuses to read the paperback and Wedding Crashers on DVD - he watched the movie without me first and he tells me, "there's this girl in the movie that reminds me of you" we wait another 2 weeks before we go watch it together. meanwhile mina and him have conversations, laughing hysterically, at how mina can see how this crazy girl reminds him of me. we go watch it and i DO NOT act like that crazy girl. only when she says "until I find you" I do do that sometimes ;p anyway, when he was done with work we had some chinese food as we watched the laker game and watched 40-year-old virgin. happy anniversary bubba!
then when we were leaving, he hands me this bag. i had a feeling about the bag because his cousin said "it's in here" earlier in the night. so, lo and behold, he did get me a present. part of my wish list from my kris kringle was a sonicare toothbrush. since i didn't get it from my kris kringle, that's what joey got me. i was so mad. not mad, but i just felt bad. he had got his cousin to buy it for me because he didn't have time to do so himself. sweet huh? but i ended up to be the bad significant other. that made me determined. i had a full 24-hours to come up with a gift. but i had to go to my cousin's son's bday on saturday. so i went shopping early in the day - while he was at work. i ended up getting him the iPod transmitter thing he wanted, Angels and Demons hardback because he refuses to read the paperback and Wedding Crashers on DVD - he watched the movie without me first and he tells me, "there's this girl in the movie that reminds me of you" we wait another 2 weeks before we go watch it together. meanwhile mina and him have conversations, laughing hysterically, at how mina can see how this crazy girl reminds him of me. we go watch it and i DO NOT act like that crazy girl. only when she says "until I find you" I do do that sometimes ;p anyway, when he was done with work we had some chinese food as we watched the laker game and watched 40-year-old virgin. happy anniversary bubba!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
mixed emotions
today was my last day at mercury. i was totally fine all day - exit interview, talking with my co-workers and stuff. and when it came to the end of the day today, I was going to begin my good-byes. i started with my manager and then i just lost it. my eyes started to tear and I had to walk away. I told her that I would go take some pictures to make myself feel better and then I would be back. I tried to let it all out and compose myself so I came back into the branch. I wanted to take some pictures of my clerical staff and i couldn't even talk. One of the girls gave me a hug and then I totally lost it. but then I composed myself again. i talked to one of the supervisors and she said how we had all grown - I had been there for 3 years and they were all so supportive of me during nursing school. they usually don't take part-time people but they thought i was still useful and they kept me. they helped me pay my way through school. anyway, I composed myself again and made my way to my other supervisors with little tears then headed over to my manager. she is awesome. gave me the most flexibility I could have and really understood that i wanted to follow my dreams of being a nurse but still had to pay the bills. she is one awesome lady. and then, when I got home, as if to end my casualty adjuster career, I got my RN-IP in the mail - my interim perit from the BRN. weird huh. talk about coincidence.
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