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mental health day

My Home Hell Nurse
Mauch
My concierge doctor
Fergus
Regardless of price, I can’t
do long weeks any more.
I must take a break from social media. Making me nuts.
Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bac-ee
2020 and 2023 I’m humble
bragging about weight loss consistency.
And this very week.

When I stay on plan, life is good. When I leave my Atkins world, my thoughts turn against me. More anxiety and depression than I want.

Soooo… stay on plan!

end in site

Beautiful moon!

I get a day off after

about 10 days on

How my iPhone sees it

We plan. Siri laughs.

A good idea.

When visiting someone, or just needing to remember to get something from the fridge …

Put your keys on it in the fridge- so you can’t leave without it.

It’s beginning to look a lot like …
lol a shadow of my former self
A mask for close contact with
wee kids and wee germs.

For anyone who doesn’t know- I am a Pediatric Hospice Nurse. the hardest and toughest job you’ll ever have. And love.

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

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!