Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Hello, my darlings. I just downloaded the official Blogger app for my phone and this post is just to see if it actually work.
I miss y'all so much.
To make up for the fact that this post is basically fluffy, I am including a photo of my little desert garden that lives on my night stand and reminds me of my fiance (whoa. Wait. What? Yes. I said fiance. Like I said, I have a lot to tell y'all about.)
See you soon. <3
Saturday, February 04, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
I know you have all been terribly worried about me. I just wanted to pop in on my little ol' blog and assure all of you that I am alright. I've just been terribly busy. Y'all will be patient with me, right?
PS: I have a few plans for this page. Just watch and see. ;-)
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Sunday, November 06, 2011
“Yes,” she said, her eyes not meeting mine.
Friday, October 14, 2011
[Have I mentioned lately what a terrible blogger I am? I am so sorry, darlings. There is so much going on and I want to share every detail of it with you. And I will. Soon. Just promise not to forget about me, okay?]
Monday, September 19, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Are any of you still there?
I know. I have been horrible. My last post was about how I somehow managed to get 100 followers. And then I go almost 2 months without posting. Quite a bit has happened since I've last spoken to all of you.
I am now working as an RN at a recovery/rehabilitation unit at a LTC facility. Lots of PICC lines and IV therapy [which I love]. Plus, actually getting a pay check is pretty awesome. :)
The Boy and I aren't seeing each other anymore. I fucked it up [which I kind of expected to happen]. I won't lie. I miss him. And I feel so guilty about the whole thing. I never wanted things to end the way they did because I did [um...do] love him. I hope he is okay and that he gets everything he wants. He deserves someone who can be there for him.
Those are the two major things that have happened since you last heard from me. But I think this post is missing something. But because I really can't think of anything else to say, I'll just post a list of the top ten reasons to date a nurse.
Reason #1 to date a nurse: We’re always up for a good game of doctor.
Reason #2 to date a nurse: We are exposed to so many xrays, it’s like a form of birth control.
Reason #3 to date a nurse: We know that lubrication is helpful in any procedure.
Reason #4 to date a nurse: We know lots of different positions.
Reason #5 to date a nurse: We know how to properly apply restraints. ;-)
Reason #6 to date a nurse: We know all the right places to palpate.
Reason #7 to date a nurse: We’re good at taking orders.
Reason #8 to date a nurse: We’re used to handing all types of bodily fluids.
Reason #9 to date a nurse: Scrubs make for easy access.
Reason #10 to date a nurse: We can assess all areas of the body.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
[my post is coming along nicely by the way. As always, I appreciate you patience.]
- Best things about nursing school: I learned to survive on a diet of coffee, energy drinks, & Emergen-C. Sleep should be called "pre-death".
- Was told the best way to study for NCLEX is to do a fuck-ton of practice questions. So how does that help if I keep getting them wrong? O_o
- By the way, *fuck-ton* is an official unit of measurement.
- Was going to say, a fuck ton is way more than an ass/shit load.
- Making acid-base disorders and fluid & electrolyte balance my bitch.
- Casual acquaintance: "Kick ass on boards. Make sure you pass. I need a private nurse." Me: "You couldn't afford me, babe."
- Panic mode: activated. T minus 24 hours until NCLEX.
- Not sure which I am looking forward to more: putting this exam behind me or the 2-day Harry Potter book & movie marathon that will follow.
- On being asked how I planned to celebrate now that I had completed the exam: Getting completely wasted and engaging in acts deemed 'lewd and lascivious' in multiple Middle Eastern countries. :-D
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
On Twitter the other day, my darling Tine over at Thought Dropbox called her lovely dog a "Leggy Blonde." This amused me far more than it should a person who was sober and not at all smoking pot. Like I seriously got all giggly and it made me wonder what exactly was in the tea I was drinking at the time [*fingers crossed* for any upcoming drug tests I have].
Then it totally dawned on me that my lovely Australian Cattle Dog [aka my red heeler...like a blue heeler...only red], Rebel, is a redhead. A foxy, foxy redhead. Who steals the covers. Photos included for your viewing pleasure [not of me in bed, silly. Of the dog.]
A glamour shot of him. He can be such a ham in front of a camera.
This past semester. I hate that ugly yellow throw but he loves it. Ugh. Security blanket, maybe?
He's playing football. Yeah. Football. Without a doubt, he's a southern dog. ;-)
Thursday, July 21, 2011
So allow me to present: Nursing Student Cat.
Y'all, Nursing Student Cat totally feels our pain. From the 0630 clinical call times to constantly fielding the question "Why didn't you go to medical school?"
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
FUCK! One of my girls is having an emotional breakdown. Heading out to the country tonight to keep her from doing anything stupid.
I should be a goddamn psych nurse. With all the crazy bitches I hang out with, it's like it was meant to be.
And of course that motherfucker couldn't have the common decency to break up with her during the daylight hours. Had to be at 11pm.
It's midnight, I'm wearing sweats and I'm driving out to BFE. This is how every single horror movie/porn I've ever seen has started.
Y'all. It's dark. There are no city lights. I see cows and I think I may hear banjos. I'm scared. The shit I do for friends.
Oh lord. There. Is. A. Fucking. Horse. In. Her. Front. Yard. I may not make it out of this alive.
Holy fuck, y'all. Who stays in a relationship *this* fucked up? I mean, really? Why didn't she drop his ass months ago?
Estelle, suicide intervention and drinking buddy. I should print up goddamn business cards.
Totally re-living therapeutic communication from psych nursing right now. >_<
Okay...she's alright for the moment. I am so fucking tired though.
Fuck....my head hurts...
After 10pm, the only counseling skills I possess are to just make you drink until you feel better.
I woke up disoriented and in a bed that isn't my own. Oh hell. It's like every weekend I ever had in college.
Lying on the bed and clinging to it for dear life so the world will quit spinning. I'd even settle for it just slowing down a little.
I need a massage and a bloody mary...and some aspirin.
So...um...has anyone seen my shoes?
Estelle's hangover update: the room has stopped spinning. Mostly.
Disregard previous tweet. Room still spinning.
This bathroom is so fucking pink. Highly unsettling. I don't want to be here right now.
At a bar. On a Wednesday night. *Crazy Bitch* is blaring. Yeah. No way this could end badly.
Estelle Darling; RN, Crisis Intervention, alcohol poisoning spotter. Lovely.
Well...this isn't the first time I've had a drunk girl with her head on my chest saying how much she loves me & what a good friend I am. Oy
All I ask is that she please not throw up on my boobs.
You'd be surprised how quickly you sober up when you are holding back your friend's hair while she's leaning over a sink .
Apparently, I am "the most bestest friend a girl could ever ask for and OMG can I live inside your bra?!?" O_o
Estelle's bra = no vacancies.
Well...this is just the tiniest bit awkward.
I lied. It's really fucking awkward.
Friend's ex showed up. Has a key...just walked in.
I'm wearing the tiniest, most revealing pajamas imaginable. And I haven't showered today.
If the look on his face when he saw me was any indication, he thinks me and her spent the past two days fucking. Lovely.
You know how two days ago I said this could either turn into a horror flick or a porno? Yeah...my money is on the horror flick.
If y'all don't hear from me in the next 2 hours, it would be safe to assume he has killed us both & is now burying our bodies in a field.
Did I mention he's a bouncer at a strip club? I couldn't make this shit up even if I tried.
I would like to assure all of you that I have not spent the past two days having raunchy, kinky lesbian sex.
I've spent the past two days drinking vodka, watching bad movies, and listening to her bitch about him not being able to get it up.
You know an argument is getting serious when the woman used the words "premature ejaculation" and "sad ass little broken dick."
And now she's in the bathtub upstairs and he's talking to me about nursing school. How the fuck is this my life?
"You're only 23 and you're an RN now? Impressive." "Dude..let's not pretend I didn't just hear your gf call you a lousy lay."
I made it home! And I wasn't killed by an impotent strip club bouncer & buried in a field in the middle of nowhere! :::Happy dance:::
I kept saying to myself, "For the love of God, Estelle, don't make a joke about his penis not matter how hilarious it would be."