Danger! Thoughts Ahead

I had made a photocopy of my horoscope for today and had intended to bring it home, post it, and blog about it. The photocopy is lying on the desk in the nurses' office along with my September schedule.

It said that I should consult two of my friends who knew how to think in order to shed light on current problems as three heads are better than one.

I had immediately thought of my friends, Genny and Al, that I referenced in my last entry. Too funny.

Upon realizing that I had forgotten the copy of the horoscope, I decided that I would put off blogging until tomorrow morning and spend some time crocheting tonight.

In the quest for Tunisian crochet hooks, I logged back onto the computer and headed to eBay. I found a few sets that interested me, other than in price. LOL Some of the sets were quite reasonable. I may purchase one next week. I decided that I would go ahead and cyber skip my way on over here and go a-blogging anyolwho.

I went into work for four hours this evening to finish out the day shift. It was nice to go to work after spending the week babysitting three grandchildren with the "stomach flu."

I have found myself sleep-deprived this entire week. That is such a miserable feeling. It's hard to believe that I went around for years feeling like this when I was working night shift. It is no wonder that I became reclusive and the depression did nothing but get worse.

I was looking at job postings for one of the hospitals and found a hospice liaison position. It sounds interesting. The hours are generally the standard 8to4:30MondaythroughFriday. (I cannot believe that run-on word was not flagged as having been misspelled.) Good benefits. The hospital is the one a block from my house. Nice to be able to walk to work. I also saw a position doing pediatric home care through the children's hospital. I enjoyed pediatric work. However, so many of the children I took care of had such a poor prognosis that it was much like doing hospice work. In some cases, it was indeed hospice. Those cases were hard. I took a break from peds after losing three babies in the span of 366 days. My Dad's ICU nurses and I were talking on the day that we took him off life support. They were amazed that I had done pediatric hospice. And, my mother informed them that I got attached to all those babies and cried when they died. I took a break, not because I could not do the work any longer but because I could not bring myself to look at another tiny coffin.

Hindolo told me of dead bodies being piled in the streets to cause traffic to slow and veer in order to make the vehicles easier to attack. He related that statement without any hint of emotion. I cannot begin to fathom the atrocities of war. My friends who served in the war in Viet Nam relate horrific accounts with a similar affect. They have survived hell while I mourn the loss of three babies.

Well, that was a buzz kill for certain....

I had to stop taking my allergy medicine for a few days. My nose is so dried out that I have scabs inside it. I am wheezing and about to use my inhaler. I hope the pollen count is down for the next several days.

I think I'm going to head back to my textile reality and do something while I ponder the can of worms that I have opened in my head.....