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dead tired

Not sure I even rolled over.
Once or twice a year,
we redo the “classroom”
and clean the baseboards.
What a mess.
I helped the mom.
First finger and baby finger don’t only touch, they hug.

Zebras. ED. Maybe?

A couple times a year

I delve into health markers.

Cardio Recovery. Way up!
HRV. Heart Rate Variability.
Keep in mind I’m 65.
This is ok.
Good lung function.
No sleep apnea.
Occasionally a dip but-
that’s probably the cats
sucking the air from my face.
Add CATion lol
Thursday I charge my watch.
Day off.
To be a Nurse
Or not to be a Nurse!
That is the question

false alarm

A beautiful day in the neighborhood
Electrician installed
keyless fixtures.
The cat approves
New fancy light/fan combo.

Long live Costco !

I love the way the light comes
in from two angles.
Mom! You’re embarrassing me!

When the call goes out to disimpact a cat, you go.

Funny. In old school Nursing,
we only used even numbers.

65 years old, no meds, no disease, no chronic illness or disability that keeps me from living.

The closer I get to my weight goal, the more strict my face looks.

LOL

what day is it?

How to work 80 hours:
Eat. Sleep. Work.
And probably should pray
I live far away from my job.
By Dallas commute standards.
So by staying in AirBnB-
I get 2 extra hours sleep.
But it’s still hard.
It’s hard for a 30 year old Nurse
I tell myself 65 is the new 64.

Hahahaha! The main key is to keep a sense of humor.

day on

Today’s Nurse called out.
So I went in.
As it’s been said:
“I am here for the income.
Not the outcome.”
Although I am also
here for the outcome.
Over 4 years ago, Covid was raging and I ended up in the hospital.
Working 80 hours a week
and I spent the money
on doctor bills.
Gotta learn the lesson.
Less is more.
Those true crime stories –
The bad guy is always flawed
in some way that prevents
them from being honest.
Even with themselves.
Even with a mountain of evidence.
Denial is strong.

A slow motion work up takes
about 7 years to diagnose.

I have all the symptoms and have learned to be careful –

even when I’m just walking.

In the Army I was 5’2”
After I broke my leg,
I’m 5’1” with shoes.

Unless spiked hair counts!