partners in everything

it took a few days for me to figure out what to do with this partners challenge. I absolutely love the word ‘partner’.  I use it in place of husband a lot. Just something I have to do????????????????  he is my partner/spouse/husband/cook/bestfriend.  then I thought Jax and I make darn good partners.  He is half deaf, I am half blind.  It just works.  But I needed better than one of us. Plus a photo of us would end up being a selfie and I am not ready for that.  Snoop E may post selfiesI may not.

then it came to me.  I had 2 very cool partners in my life for over 14 years.  They were the Beagle Brothers.  and boy were they ever great partners.  their partnership started early.  they were from the same litter. September 28th 1999. I only remember this as it just happens to be my Babca’s birthday as well, but she was born in 1907.

So, enter our beagle partners/kids/brothers/troubletimes2/Boys

 

 

 

 

Internet Relations (Part deux)

internetfriends4I’m back and so is the story of MrAl. My first real online friend. One day I sent him an email. The reply I got was horrifying to say the least. It was from his wife. His wife didn’t know that much about the Net and emails and web sites. I remember her telling me she contacted her daughter and said, “Get on that thing, find someone, and tell them.” They found me. MrAl had died and his wife had no way of telling all the people he had built relationships with via the Net. Although he had met very few of them IRL, he ‘knew them’ and they ‘knew him’.

When his wife was finally able to contact me, it became my job to contact everyone else. I had only met his wife twice, but knew in my heart I needed to do this for her. She had no other way of letting people know he was gone. I like to think I did my job well. Some people I emailed, some I phoned, and some had to read it on a message board. I took my job one step further. I copied everything everyone wrote in response to Al’s death. Although many of the people did not know Al IRL, they were connected. They loved and cared for him. They had so many heartwarming things to say. His wife needed to know about these people and how much her husband had meant to them. My Mom and I went to Al’s funeral. I handed his family every great thing that was written about him. I hope on some level, they took some comfort in those words.

Today, people on the Net know so little and so much about me at the same time. They know what I think and feel, but do not know my name. They know what makes me laugh, but not where I live. They know I am female, but not what I look like. I know the same about them. I know that Base lives in either NC or SC, but I do not know her husband’s name. I know that Moogs is sober and married with a kid on the way, but I do not know what he does for a living. ((((Hollow)))) is younger than Base and I, is half a twin, and lives in Oh Canada         But,

Do I really know these things about them???? Baseline could be from NY and have homicidal tendencies. Moogs could be a show girl in Las Vegas. Hollow? Well, ((((Hollow)))) says she is from Oh Canada. I know so much yet so little about them. But, when I woke up extra early today and wanted someone to talk with, there were people there. They are available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 3651/4 days a year. It may be 3 a.m. in my neck of the woods, but in Australia it is daytime. People are awake and ready for me.

One thing that is very different between real life and Internet relationships. The conversation you are having with an internet friend can all of a sudden end. When your Net connection stops for some reason, so does your conversation. This can be good and this can be bad. Great conversations have abruptly ended for me as have conversations I wanted to end but didn’t know how.  I guess I could accidently disconnect.

Back to my original online friendships. Starwindsinger. Starwindsinger was the name of the woman who slept over my mountain home with her son. I was feeling bad that I could not remember her name. My Mom always told me, if you can’t remember a name, go through each letter of the alphabet. The letters you hesitate on are the ones that will begin their name. I kept hearing “S” and “J” in my brain. Then Starswinger floated  around for a while. I finally landed/settled on Starwindsinger. Then the “J” started up again. By the time I got home, I knew her name was Jackie. Jackie Starwindsinger. I feel better remembering her name. I mean,” shoot, her kid and her had a sleepover at someone’s house they never met before.” I should at least remember her name.

I thought I was going to talk more about my present day online relationships in this post, but then I recalled having a second set of friends I originally met via the Net. I had just moved from the city to the mountains and knew no one. I had also been diagnosed with ADD. I put it together and found online support in my area for adults with ADD. We had a few people in the group and we met in public places.  I do not recall ever being weary of meeting them in person. Today I am weary with every little bit of information I share on the Net.  The Net and the people of the Net have definitely changed over the years, but I have changed as well.  I wonder what has changed the most????

Stay tuned for part three.  I did not know there was going to be a part 3.

Part 1 Lost, Part 2 Found

On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today’s Prompt: write about finding something. Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined.

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Mattie dreamin’ of summer

I warned you about the beagle brothers. They entered my life under mysterious and almost mystical circumstances. For you to truly understand I need to briefly describe where I was working at the time. I worked in an institution for developmentally delayed adults.  Most spent their whole lives here and all were very medically involved.  Most had never seen a dog on TV never mind in real life.  This day I walked into work and thought I saw a beagle puppy walking down the hall.  My first thought was, “what the hell is wrong with me.  There is no way there could be a dog in here. That would be so against the rules.”

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Seamus finishing his leftovers

I had to investigate and found, to my relief, I was not hallucinating. There was a true, unheard of situation involving a beagle puppy at work. I had to know more.  I found out that the new beagle Mom, who was just visiting, got him from a breeder in NH. That is all I learned until out of the blue I mentioned the beagle sighting to a nurse I worked with. She just happened to have gone to high school with a man from NH who was a beagle breeder. This had Allie’s paws written all over it. I didn’t think it had been long enough since Allie’s passing. I thought I should wait longer before adding to my family. I took this unusual occurrence at work as a sign that it was time.  Maybe it was okay to get a new puppy.

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Mattie Licking his chops. We told him no one would notice the cone.

I tracked down this NH beagle breeder. His beagles were field trial beagles and he did it for the love of the breed, not for the money. I had educated myself about puppy mills and he showed no signs of illegal mass breeding for money. He didn’t have any puppies old enough to adopt/that were ready to go.  He must have seen me coming a mile away, because he said he had one I might like. He had a puppy with a broken tail.  All I needed to hear was broken tail and I was in.  When I met the few puppies he had, one of them immediately came up to me and sat on my foot.  It was not the one with the broken tail. I now wanted the one who sat on my foot. I wanted the one with the broken tail. I wanted a female. I wanted 1. Six weeks later I was the proud mom of two beagle brothers. Again, this had Allie written all over it.

Today I believe Alyxandra was looking down from The Rainbow Bridge laughing at me. I thought raising a sickly beagle puppy was a tough job.  Little did I know Iposing actually had it easy with her.  Raising two male beagle puppies at the same time turned out to be a riot.  Every time they did something funny, annoying, or dumb, I shook my head and thought of Alyx. I thought of Alyx and laughed. I was so sad for so long after she left. These boys brought me joy.  Just like Allie would have wanted.

They were a creative twosome.  SeamuschewI swear they double teamed us to get what they wanted.  When they entered the chew phase, they cracked me up. Allie had eaten my bed during this stage. With the boys we didn’t have that problem. We had a new house with a wood stove so they had our fire wood available to eat. The wood was their first choice.  When we moved to the country and no longer had wood readily available, they ate my deck.

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He loved remotes and phones?

It took two of us to handle one beagle. What were we thinking trying to handle 2? It was all part of Allies plan. To make us miss her more, for us to see how easy we had it with just her simple antics, to smile and laugh as much as we could, and so we would finally admit that maybe she didn’t take up as much room in the bed as we bitched about.

We thought 1 beagle was loud. Try two very excited beagles. Two energetic boys who played hard. One good thing with the new house was walks were a choice, not a requirement.

Seamus baying as all good beagles will do.

Seamus baying as all good beagles will do.

Seeing their harnesses and leashes resulted in two baying beagles.  Baying is not their only sound.  They also bark, howl, whine, cry, talk, etc.  They know how to communicate their wants and needs. Different bark = different point they are trying to get across. They got so into our routine that they knew our schedules better than we did. Leaving when we weren’t supposed to resulted in an hour or two of non stop beagle howling.

I had many great years with these boys. So many funny stories to tell. They may have had the same Mom and Dad, but they were such different dogs.  One was all beagle, very opinionated and independent.  The other got the name ‘love bug’.  If you were sitting, he was sitting on you. I don’t know how many times I woke up only to discover him sound asleep on my feet. I presently have 3 wishes. One is to somehow always have a beagle in my life. beagleslovepeaceThe third and final part of this trilogy may be found HERE.  It does not involve beagles.

He’s been suggesting it for over a year

Today’s Prompt: Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else. Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue.stressrelief

We were raised different therefore are different.  We have had different life experiences yet we feel so much of the same things.  We both feel things intensely. We think different. We deal with things differently.  Maybe this will make more sense when I am done writing and you are done reading what I wrote.

“Hey Ma, how are ya doing today?”

“I’m okay. Kind of tired and in a bit of pain, but okay for the most part.”

“That’s good to hear I guess.” I said as I glanced around her small dark apartment. “You need to turn some lights on.  It is dark and depressing in here.”

“It doesn’t seem that dark to me.” she quietly replied.

“Well I guess, I did just come in from the bright sun, maybe that is it? What’s this stuff?” I asked as I grabbed the bottle from her table.”Stress relief?”

“I just ordered that. I had to renew my membership, but it was worth it.”

“Do they work?”

“I take them when I know I am going to feel anxious. If I have to do something that makes me nervous, I take some. They seem to make a difference. I don’t feel nervous”

“How many do you have to take?”

“The label says four at a time, but I take three.”

“Didn’t your doctor give you Ativan like mine did?”.

“Yes, I tried them. I was afraid to take them and they didn’t really help.  I just felt nervous and tired, and I couldn’t drive.”

“My doctor finally just convinced me to take 2 a day. He’s been suggesting it for over a year. You are right though. If I take more than 1, I cannot drive. I have proven that to myself more than once.”

“This is from the same company we used years ago. I found them online.”

“I remember taking herbs from them before. I was never completely convinced they helped, but I did go without real medication for a long time.”

“They aren’t cheap, but are worth the money.”

“I take two different meds to help with my anxiety.  One of which can be wicked addictive. I think they cost me $1.20 for the copays.”

“That is a lot cheaper, but I like my herbs.  You know I like my herbs.”

“Yea, I remember when you first went to the kinesiology guy.  He so got you so hooked on his herbs and supplements.”

“Yes, but he got me hooked on herbs that help.  I feel so much better than when I tried medication. Plus, they weren’t ‘his’ herbs. he was just a distributor.”

“That is wicked cool that you found something that helps. I was hoping you’d get help with the nervousness.”

“You should take a bottle with you. You could try it?”

“Do you have more?” I asked, knowing she probably had ten.

“I think I bought like 6 bottles.”

“Well then, I guess if I take half a bottle, you won’t risk running out.”

“No, I have plenty. and Ya never know they may help you too.”ativanbenzos

I took my Mom’s stress herbs the next day.  I felt just as calm if not calmer than when I took Ativan. If I had money like I use to, I would definitely go the herbal route again.  Maybe someday herbal supplements will be covered by health insurance just like the highly addictive medication I take. Herbal crap can have the same if not better results.

Her name turned out to be Robbie

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I’ve seen her quite a few times before but she never caught my attention until today. I can be very shy at times. I am not one to just talk to anyone I meet walking down the street, or strolling in a store, or flying through a waiting room.  She flew by once, twice, three times before I said something.  “You really need to think about slowing down a bit. You are speeding through here like a freight train.” She slowed down just long enough to respond.

“Yes” she relied with a big grin, “I do appear to be stuck in fast forward today. I have so much to get done.”

“Hey.” I replied with the devilish grin I reserved for the best of times. “Just be grateful dealing with me is not on your list of things to do today.”.

“Not a good day?” she inquired.

“I’ve had better.” I responded still trying to smile.

“Well I hope it all works out,” she said as she flew past again. She appeared to be hurried, but not panic like. Almost like she had extra energy that needed to be burned up. I felt jealousy slowly creep through my body. I want to feel that kind of energy again. I use to feel it. I miss it. There was something in her eyes that I could not identify during this first encounter. It did seem familiar. Eventually, in time, I would learn what it was.

This was the same day my therapist told me she would be gone for another 2 weeks.  Damn, I thought to myself, she just got back from Italy. I needed to decide if I wanted a replacement person for those weeks or just someone who’s available for me to call if I need it.  I thought about the uncontrollable, obsessive thoughts and feelings I had been experiencing lately.  I was also seeing my therapist almost twice a week. This was so not the time for me to be skipping a few weeks of therapy.

It was best that I go with the replacement therapist, just in case, but only if I get to pick who I see. I am a firm believer that one tends to get what they need.  Maybe I spoke to this “woman in flight” out of the blue for a reason? I went with my gut, I asked about her.

I learned that what I saw in this woman’s eyes was something I once recognized in myself. It was fun, joy, cheer, love of life. My therapist assured me I would laugh if I met with this woman, who I now know is named Robbie.

I only saw her twice, but we talked about everything. Dogs, OCD, stress, horses, conversion disorder, outlooks on life, laughter therapy, doctors, diagnosis, husbands, SIB, depression, showers, anxiety, beer, medication, and so on. We smiled and laughed about most of it. I have never talked that easily with someone I just met, NEVER, EVER.  I came close to a life crisis while my regular therapist was gone and this woman helped me though it. The last thing she said to me was, “you are a very interesting woman.” I think that is a good thing?

I’ve seen her again. Always in passing. We’ve had brief conversations, like, “Hi, How are you?” “your boots make as much noise as mine.” “How is your dog doing?” “You still move really, really fast.”  Circumstances have arisen where I may switch to her as my therapist.  I do not know at this time.  I am going to try and believe that whatever happens is meant to happen. Yes I would like to see what I can learn from her as a therapist, but I will be happy with what I get when seeing her fly by.

She remains the same as when I first truly noticed her.  A very busy person with eyes that smile.

First major loss as an adult human

Todays prompt write about a loss something that was part of your life but isn’t anymore  Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

Last night when I first read this prompt I read it as write about something that made you sad. I slept on it and woke up with the decision that I was not going to do todays assignment.  Writing about something sad would easily make me sad.  I have spent too much of my life being sad.  Today I do everything in my power to not be sad.  Then I took a second look at the prompt (after reading someone else’s assignment) and read what it really said.  I might be able to do this and prevent myself from becoming sad.  Not only can I write about the actual loss, but I can write about the very very good times we had prior to the loss.  I am talking about the loss of Alyx, the first dog I ever had as an adult.

My roommate and I went to the mall shopping for who knows what.  We strolled into the pet store just to look.  After whipping out my credit card we walked out with a tiny beagle puppy.  I did not know about pet stores and puppy mills when I “bought” Alyx.  I have learned so much about both since then.  The store told us the puppy had just been to a local vet and she had no health problems.  We didn’t have her home an hour when we noticed the coughing and sneezing. The next day I brought her to my cat’s vet and she was diagnosed with a double ear infection and ear mites.  Funny and a bit odd how she developed both these things so quickly after being given a clean bill of health.

Growing up I had always had mutts.  I do not recall these dogs ever needing to visit the vet. Not even once. Alyx was different.  She was constantly at the vets.  It was her second home. There was always something wrong with her. Never anything too serious that could not be fixed. Eventually the joke was that she had her own credit card. People frown on others who get their pets from Pet stores.  They cry save the ones at the pound!  Well I feel as though I saved the one at the pet store. Because of Alyx I have never100_3040 set foot in another pet store.  I learned about the connection between puppy mills and pet stores and how pet stores sell to the customers emotional side.  That is how I got Alyx.  I saw her, felt bad for her, wanted her, and paid quite a bit for her.  It is so easy when you are young with your own credit card. I never even asked my landlord if dogs were okay.  I didn’t think I just bought.  I recall when I got my cat a few years earlier, the shelter would not let me have her until they spoke directly with my landlord.  The pet store did not care.  Alyx could easily have ended up in a shelter had my landlord said no or she had been purchased by a family unable to care for her medical needs.

Life went on. Alyx remained a sick little beagle, but I loved her. I was able to take care of each illness as it arouse. She was my first real adult responsibility.  I had a cat, but cats are different.  You don’t take care of cats.  You cook and clean for them.  Eventually my roommate moved on.  There was no custody battle.  It was just a given that Alyx would stay with me. I met my husband and Alyx immediately fell in love with him. She was such a great dog. She loved her road trips.  She sat in the front seat between my husband and I on her own pillow. We have pictures of her “driving” down the road in Cape Hatteras.  She was truly loved by everyone including her very own babysitter who we used when we traveled for business.

Around 5 years old Allie got real sick. It was otherwise a very happy time in my life. I was newly married, owned my own home, had a good job, and a little family consisting of 2 humans, a cat, and a dog.  Alyx continued her regular trips to the vet.  They did what they could to make her feel better, but eventually there was nothing more to do. I was at work when I heard the worst new ever.  She was in kidney failure and it was best to let her go.  As I hung up the phone and sat in my office, I was devastated.  I looked up and Alyx’s babysitter was standing in the doorway. I did not need to tell her a thing.  She had just spent a week with Allie and somehow knew.

Alyx was my first major loss as an adult. I felt it all. Anger, sadness, gratitude, guilt….  I was angry at both myself and the puppy mill she most likely came from. Anger at myself for the times I got annoyed with her for peeing on the floor. Sadness because she was my baby and she was gone.  Gratitude that I was able to save her from that pet store and give her the best life possible. Guilt because I was unable to save her again. I did have my husband and cat to comfort me, but Allie was special.  She was my baby girl. I had lost pets before, but Allie had saved me as much as I had saved her. It would be a very long time before I could even think about feeling better.

I don’t think of loss when I write about Allie.  I think about the fact that she was the start of what would soon become a multitude of very funny beagle stories.

Enter the beagle brothers….                           .

Internet Relationships Part Uno

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John Edward NO “S” please get it right

My first experiences with Internet relationships began with my love of John Edward (JE). That is Edward, NO “S”. The one with an “S” is the politician, the one without an “S” is the psychic medium.

Anyway, I was new to the Internet. It was new to the world. I didn’t know a lot about it. I was willing to learn.

I discovered a web site that focused on people like me who loved John Edward, the show Crossing Over and everything to do with contacting and getting messages from “the other side”. The person who keeps popping in my head is MrAl. I don’t know how we hooked up originally, but I do know we hooked up for a reason.accident2 MrAl and I chatted a lot. We mostly communicated via the web site and eventually went to email. We didn’t have much in common except for our love of JE. I enjoyed talking with Al. He had a daughter,Jodi who had passed and we talked a lot about her. I had my Dad. At some point we decided to meet. Just like that. We both had plans to go to a JE seminar and figured “what the heck, we will be at the same place, at the same time, for the same thing. Why not get together?”

This was before the world found out how many crazy/not quite well/scary people could be found on the Internet. But just a hair after 911. I don’t even think Al knew my real name the day we met. All he knew was that I would be the one wearing the bright orange Bass Pro Shop baseball cap.  Today, Summer 2015 I can be found in a hat I call my Australian Outback hat. It sports the American flag sewn (by my hand) on the front.

So, one day we met. I will never forget this day. There was a big line waiting to go into the seminar. As I walked toward this line, I heard my screen name being called. I do not remember what my name was (I think it was Alyx90). You see Al only knew me via the Net therefore he only knew my Internet name.

This turned out to be a very spiritual day for me. JE asked us to participate in a meditation exercise before he began his readings. I didn’t think I would be very good at meditation, but tried it anyway. I was at this event hoping to getspirituality messages from 2 people or energies I guess would be a better word, as one of those “people” was my dog. During the meditation, I tried to focus on my dad and baby beagle. I felt more than just them. I swear there was a third energy that kept distracting me from concentrating on my Dad and beagle. Finally, out of nowhere came the thought, “Jodi bring them all through.” I really need to end MrAl’s part of the story here or I will go on for another 1000 words about spirituality, “the other side”, mediums, and messages.

Another relationship of mine was a woman from Maine. At some point I met her IRL as well. We met once when I visited Maine. Her son and she actually spent the night at my house once. We all went to a JE seminar and my house was closer than hers, so sleeping over was a great option. I can’t even imagine this happening today.

I have 1 “friend” left over from my JE obsession days. Her name is May. I do not know why or how we remained “friends”, but we did. Somehow we hooked up on Facebook and were able to keep in touch. She has 2 kids, 1 is a doctor, the other depressed like me. This is why I love the power of the Internet. I can search for any quality I have and will find someone on the Net who has the same virtue, or at least understands what I am talking about. It is so easy to find people with common interests. There were very few people in my real life who were as into JE as I was. I found thousands on the Net. May knows my real name, where I live, and is Facebook friends with my husband. I would not allow that to happen today.

The Internet is different today. We have learned a lot more about it and about the world. I really cannot see me allowing someone I met via the Net know where I live never mindinternetfriends5 stay over my house. Today the people I meet know very little about me. They know that I am female, married, have a great sense of humor, and live somewhere in New England with a beagle and husband. Some know I deal with mental health issues on a daily basis.That is pretty much it. I have “met” many people I really do like. I have “met” people I have a lot in common with. I have “met” people I would feel comfortable sharing almost anything with. I have also “met” people I have no desire to have in my Life. These people do not know me, I do not know them. Sharing is easier when no one knows who you are. I would never even think about allowing them to be my friend on Facebook. It is different today. I am not sure what changed, I only know that it did.

I started this post with my present day Internet Relationships in mind.. I wrote 3 pages and still have not touched upon these people. This will definitely be continued……..  Until then, Relax, Enjoy, and Have A Great Day.

to write with readers in mind

Hmmmmmmmm.  Where does one begin?

I want to reach other human beings so I guess my subject options are pretty wide open.  I told a friend what my assignment was and she suggested I write with her in mind.  I thought that was a darn good idea.  Her name is Base and she is a nurse.  That made me think about nurses I have met and interacted with.  Nurses are people too is the first thing to come to this kooky brain when I think of the word.

I once worked with a lot of nurses.  It was a hospital like setting.  An institution really.  We depended on the nurses for quite a bit. The nurses were IT in this setting.  They were the people to go to whenever there was a problem. During the day we had doctors and administration, but when they left, the nurses were in charge. Funny though I think the nurses were in charge even before those people left.  We just didn’t let anyone know that.  When in doubt, ask the nurse seemed to be the rule.

Recently I had a lot of exposure to nurses in a different type of setting.  I participated in treatments for depression that needed to be done in a hospital atmosphere.  The nurses here had less power, but just as much if not more responsibility as the ones I had worked with.  I noticed that they worked together to get everything done. I do not think they would have been able to complete all of their tasks had they not been a team. I also noticed they weren’t just nurses, they were secretaries as well.  Everything is on computer today and every time I went there, the nurses would have to check the computer to make sure everything was kosher.  Sometimes the computers worked, sometimes they did not.   It did not matter if the computer was not working, they still had the same jobs to do.  Again, the nurses worked together to get it all done.  About an hour after I got there, the doctors would start showing up.  The nurses have already been working for well over an hour and Lord everything better be ready for the doctors. It would not have mattered if the computers were malfunctioning or 3 patients took extra time or a patient was screaming about anything, Everything best be done when those doctors arrived.  I don’t think I ever saw my Doctor acknowledge a single nurse unless they said something first.  I do not think he was aware of all that they had done to prepare me for him.  He did not seem to care to know.

Well I cared.  Each week I saw all they had to do and I noticed  how little they got thanked for it.  They weren’t just nurses doing a job, they were human beings caring for other human beings.  They were people taking care of people. And I will be honest, some of those people could be difficult to care for.  Yes they did their job, and they did it well.  They dealt with the computers, started IV’s, took vital signs, etc.  They also got me an extra warm blanket when I was cold,  they remembered that when I was ready I liked the lights dim, they calmed me down when I was so anxious I was ready to rip the IV out of my hand.  When the Doctor got there, he could see I was medically ready for my procedure, but he was clueless as to what that actually entailed.

I had my last treatment a week ago.  I went to this appointment with one thing in mind. To thank the people I interacted with all this time, and to show them they were appreciated.  They made a difference in my life and I thought they should know that.  Each time I went there, they helped me in so many ways that they did not realize.   I wanted them to be aware of all that they did for just one patient, so I wrote it all down in the form of a letter.  I wanted them to see that even the tiniest, simplest thing they did for me made a difference and did not go unnoticed.  They helped me remain calm, they helped me laugh, they made me feel comfortable, they made me believe that everything would be okay.  I felt I had to do this not because I thought they were treated badly, they were treated with indifference.   I wanted these nurses to know how very important they really were to me.

They may not be told it every day, or week, or month for that matter, but they deserve to hear that they make a difference. If they remembered that the last time I had an IV, I did not like “the spray”, that meant a lot. If they listened to me long enough to know to ask, “Is Jax with you or your Mom?” that meant a lot. If they talked and joked with me enough to figure out we were neighbors that meant a lot. If they rushed me out of one room and to “the room” just to get me away from the perfume stench that meant a lot.  I appreciate each and every one of them. Not everyone takes the time to let them know how important they are, but they should. Nurses efforts do not go unnoticed.  I can see how being a nurse, they have to put up with a lot.  They are dealing with sick, hurting, irritable people.   They deserve our thanks not our frustrations. .  They deserve our appreciation not our vomit.

So I was suppose to write keeping my readers in mind.   I guess today my readers are nurses, doctors, and any human being who has ever been a patient.  My goal remains to make people laugh so I know the nurses won’t say it and I can answer with a borrowed song.