fredericks: (Southpark Me.)
Today's given the grand label because this week felt full of suck and this morning's commute in was horrible (blowing snow! almost zero visibility!), having to see patients in the falling ice zone that was Battery Park (like walking a gauntlet, believe you me), but when I got out of the subway after heading home the sun was out, the roads were clear, and people were smiling. I couldn't help but buck up a little bit, even after busting my ass by slipping in the subway car a couple of minutes earlier (quite embarrassing, but everyone was so nice about it and held the laughter in until I'd stepped out of hearing range).

Tomorrow bro and I are heading to Les Halles and then the movies. We're still deciding between Percy Jackson (he just finished the first book and is pushing for this film but I'm still reluctant) and Cop Out (most likely cheesy as hell but we can take that). I figure one day this weekend I'm bound to suck it up and do our taxes.

I'm planning on doing a journaling experiment next month. I've been somewhat inspired by the memoirs I've been reading as of late (Jeff Garlin's My Footprint was at times funny if not very substantial, and I've started another book about a woman's determination to stop dieting) and my stalled efforts to become healthier and continue to lose weight over the last couple of months. I've tentatively titled the venture "The 31 Day March" (that's me trying to be clever), and I intend post a photo each day with an explanation of what that particular picture/moment means to/for me, attempt something new, and then attempt to re-evaluate an old habit. Every day. That's 31 straight days of posting. Lord knows my motivation isn't great at the best of times, but I'm going to see if I can make this work. I'm probably going to do some more planning and thinking over the rest of the weekend, but if anyone wants to join in feel free.

Well, back to vegging and procrastinating on cleaning my room. Happy Friday, everyone! :)

W/E = Yay

Mar. 1st, 2009 10:59 am
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I wanted to answer this one but wasn't up to it on Friday. Fredericks comes from Sam Fredericks, a character from Tad Williams's Otherland series, a sci-fi/fantasy story about virtuality and cyberlife that hit shelves in the 90's. I took to Fredericks because she was a black girl whose struggles with identity appeared to mirror my own, and I was a total nerd. And "Cymoril" was already in use as an active LJ username (you couldn't be considered a real nerd unless you'd read Moorcock's works, even though Cymoril annoyed the hell out of me); "Fredericks" was my second choice.

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Yesterday morning I sat through an orientation meeting for Time Bank study coaches organized by a group on the job. The concept of Time Banks is fascinating, and breaks down to "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" in a skill/barter sense. I wouldn't have minded tutoring/coaching youngsters but the organizers required participants to join the Time Bank proper, and as the HQ for the Banks are located on the LES, Bronx, and Brooklyn actually trekking out to the locations on my days off would be too much for me. I'll look for some volunteering ops in my immediate area, if anything.

In the afternoon I met up with the scarily tall [livejournal.com profile] desolate03 (moment of hilarity: stopping at a traffic light on the lowest part of the curb and straining neck muscles while attempting to look up at her during our conversation) and walked around Midtown, stopped at Dylan's Candy Bar on 3rd Ave and loaded up on simple carbs, then headed down to the Cooper Union area to meet [livejournal.com profile] captainschlumpy and grab some Japanese grub for dinner. Both ladies are great conversationalists and we have lots of common interests (I'm pretty sure we mortified the young man at the table behind us with our slash talk, but whateverthefuck! *grin*), so one of the nice thing about our meet-ups is that I can sit back, listen, and enjoy myself without feeling pressured to talk (not so good with the talking sometimes, but I can add a nice quip here or there).

Today I look forward to SNOWSTORM! YAY! The weather folk say 4-8" and if the pattern holds we're only going to get 2-3" max, but at least it's something. Excuse me whilst I ignore my overdue work for a little bit longer (pushes tablet further underneath bed).
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My day wasn't too miserable overall, but I left HQ dragging a bit. I like what I'm doing, but I'm getting the feeling that my orientation's being rushed because my team is in desperate need of extra nurses and they want to get me out there with a full caseload asap. There's a lot that has to be processed but the orientation nurses really aren't spending enough time going over the basics with me, and I keep getting handed more and more of my permanent patients. It's not encouraging. I'm tired, and when I get tired I get introspective, and when I get introspective I get moody and depressed and downward downward etc. But, whatever, tomorrow's a new day and all that rot.

Links!
Cracked lists the seven most hilariously mismatched Superhero Battles. What Marvel fan doesn't remember #2? When we used to play "who'd win?" I don't know how we missed that one (oh, wait, I remember: we were TWELVE. Still, no excuse).

From Slate.com: She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex.

And, newsflash, older folk do have sex. That's encouraging. Not so encouraging? The increasing rates of STDs in that population.

And this damn cough will NOT go away. Jesus.
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Links o' the moment:
1. Television Without Pity's recap of the final Wire eppy, "-30-". Goodnight, Moon. *sniff* Btw, my nominee for one of the best moments? Daniels and McNulty riding the elevator together. "To be continued..." for the effin' WIN.
2. HarperCollins has placed my favorite Neil Gaiman novel, American Gods, online. The complete work, online for a limited time only. Read and be merry.
3. Six reasons the Irish aren't so lucky. Cracked.com is indeed teh crack.
4.Hawaii on a boat in seven days. 2009. Here's to making it happen.
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Work. Screwin' me over again )

Life. I thought I'd left this trite teenage shite behind me. )

Holy crap - I've been maintaining this thing for nearly five years. Talk about a freakin' long-term relationship. I should do some big retrospective on the anniversary date. Or just write another bitchy post about work.
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Life's been crazy, per usual. I remember when I used to spend time pouring all that stuff on here. Nowadays I'm finding it harder and harder to invest the time and emotion. I'm turtling something fierce and it's not a good feeling. Anywhozit - what's happened in the last few days:

Monday my mother left work early in the morning, convinced she was having either a heart attack or some other cardiac issue. Bro and I took her to the hospital where we found out she was not actively infarcting, but was diabetic. Diagnosed on the spot after presenting with a high fasting glucose level and a huge glycemic index. All and all it's a good thing she wasn't in the middle of an event, because it took them almost a full hour to do an EKG on her. I mean, JESUS. She still occasionally has the cardiac issues that scared her (she says she feels like "[her]" heart is jumping out of [her] chest", and that it's been going on for the last couple of weeks), and I've been pushing her to follow-up with a cardiologist. As far as I can tell my father's being very insensitive about the whole thing, and that in addition to the influx of medical stuff (a prescription for Actos, learning how to use a glucometer and do fingersticks even when one detest needles, trying to figure out how to best incorporate exercise and a new diet [our meals tend to be carb-heavy: white rice and/or root vegetables, beans, and a token meat/fish]) and having to cope with it all has me looking very closely for another mental relapse. She seems okay so far. I mean, my mother's not overweight, but her glucose has been coming up elevated for the last year and her mother is diabetic, so you'd think it wouldn't be a surprise, but it's still a shock.

Tuesday I ended up cancelling an overtime shift to take litttle bro to D.C. for mom. He went to some Young People's Congress or some such - whatever the hell it is it strikes me as a bunch of money-stealing hokum, but the 'rents were enthused about him being "invited" and they paid the tuition, so whatever. I hadn't taken a ride on Amtrak since leaving school, and I enjoyed the experience. Across the aisle from us was a young man with a Liverpool accent and he was chatty as all fuck, telling everyone in his vicinity that he was trekking cross-country via Amtrak: New York to D.C., D.C. to Chicago, Chicago to the Grand Canyon. I was charmed, of course, and even the cynic in me found his tale nice enough not to tell him aloud that I thought he was a theater major from Julliard taking the method bit to a new level. Bro and I got to D.C. without a hitch, and rode the Metro to the vicinity of the conference which...okay, the Metro. It's, like, nothing. I mean, this is the shit I navigate every day. So why were we so stymied by the whole fare thing? It took us a good five minutes to figure out how much we should pay and how to purchase a card, then my brother ended up having to purchase another one when it only went through for one fare, throwing out the defective card. But you're supposed to swipe on your way out so that screwed me over and, seriously, what the hell is wrong with you, D.C.??? When we got to our destination I had to explain that we were out-of-towners to the station clerks and have an annoying man chastise me for no reason (if I *hadn't* realized I needed to keep the fare card do you think I'd come and tell you we'd mistakenly discarded my fare card and ask you if I needed to pay full-fare again? don't insult my intelligence). I dropped him off, made sure he was situated, then took the bus back to the Metro to start the trek back to NY while fighting sleep the entire way (I'd accompanied him straight off a shift).

The rest of the time's been work work and more work. The last couple of days have been rougher than usual, and I've barely managed to get home before 10AM. Thursday's shift had me so tired that after coming home and shoveling the sidewalk I tore off my scrubs and fell asleep without showering... which, considering all the bodily fluids I had to clean up during my time on the floor, is saying something. The intern I went to high school with shows up on the floor periodically and we chat. On finding out we'd gone to the same school and then finding out what college I'd attended some of my colleagues wondered aloud why I was I nurse. I'm sure my answer was as unsatisfactory to them as it sounded to my own ears. There are moments where I really enjoy what I do, and then there are big chunks of time where I wonder what the fuck's my damage. I have yet to run into a nurse on the job who doesn't project the idea that nurses and nursing in general is a job for those lower on the rungs. I think I need to surround myself with people who treat nursing as a profession, not just something you'd enter into because you didn't do well on the MCATs. Or, you know, take a vacation. Something along one of those lines.

Related to the above: 99% sure I'm going to Comic-Con (I requested the long weekend off), and 85% sure I'm going to Dragon-Con (trying to calculate a total cost at the moment). Two things to look forward to, at the very least.

Hope everyone is doing well. I'm trying to play catch up, and I apologize for the lack of comments.
fredericks: (Scrubs Top-o-the-Mizzle)
Came in yesterday at 8:15AM, shopped for lil'est bro's b-day cake, went to bed at 11AM, woke up at 6PM, did b-day stuff with the fam until 10PM, went back to bed until 4AM (during which time I had dreams about killing a patient through neglience - fun!), washed clothes and watched the Atlantis Season Two finale, went back into bed at 6AM, and have been loitering here since. If you looked up "frakked up" in the dictionary you'd see my current sleep schedule. The second entry would be my hair, followed by "see also 'hot mess'" because, yo, Jesus Christ.

Two more things:
1. So, BSG's done after the end of Season Four. My "meh" reaction to the second half of Season Three being what it was, it wasn't such a big deal when I'd initially caught the news. Let's see what Ron Moore and Co. cook up for the end of things.

2. Is "The 4400" any interesting? Does anyone on my FL and/or stumbling across my journal watch it? I liked the commercial I caught on USA the other day and figured I'd shell out for the inexpensive (and short!) Season One set. And Billy's on it, which is nice bonus.

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