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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Location: California, United States

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Small Miracles

I was just about to turn in my badge and give it up as a bad job. One day back from vacation and I ended up on a double shift. 2 full medication passes in the high acuity cottage. To be sure I had help on a few other things but by midnight I wanted to lie down in the middle of the floor and sleep for a week. My entire body hurt.

The poor little nurse who came in to relieve me at 8:30 had sprained her hand. She gave it that old college try but she couldn't even pop one pill out of the bubble pack. Somehow she patched together a night shift to cover herself and called her fiance` to take her to the emergency room. (At this point she really didn't know what was wrong. Her hand was numb and swollen, and she had chest pain).

I went over to my office at about 11:10 p.m. and mentioned (again) that we still had no night nurse for Sunday or Monday. Brat Nurse, who can be a spectacular leader on the days she feels like it, said that she would see what she could do.

Lo and behold she just called to tell me that she had done it. I could have cried. I could have kissed her. If I could have I would have given her a $5 raise.

Earlier, I went to my toy dog obedience class and I was the only one that showed up. So with a 15 minute orientation session I start tomorrow in a puppy class with 2 other dogs; a larger puppy and an 8 month old Yorkie.

They gave me 24 hours to teach her to respond to her name on cue. Not too difficult since she was halfway there. After I worked her for awhile, I scooped her up, swung by the Starbucks drive through, and went over to my friend Dixie's house. She had a place in her park for me to look at.

Twice the size of my home, in better shape with washer and dryer hook ups and central air. It's a prettier park and it is occupant owned. God Bless America. It's selling for less than I paid for mine. I have financing lined up. The only question is how fast can I sell my current home?

Everyone keep your fingers and toes crossed that I can make this fly.

Oh yeah. I had iced coffee with a splash of cream and specialty syrup. Dixie had her usual: passion fruit iced tea with lemonade and blackberry syrup. Good for whatever ails you.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Katy said...

well, yay for the brat nurse.

I'm very excited to hear about your new place. I love Nesting which is good since I keep moving.

I got my puppy from a woman who couldn't take care of it--20 bucks. He was a worm and flea disaster area, but now he's my baby.

9:33 AM PDT  
Blogger KMae said...

Oh what a great friend to find you such an excellent new abode!!

If you can't sell your present home quickly, could you rent it out?? Just a thought.

9:43 AM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

Hi Katy! I was lucky. Even though this dog has skin problems, she was well taken care of. But she was not trained.

Hey Kmae. What a great idea! I can rent for 6 months with permission of the park manager. But ya know, that could be the solution to avoid double payments until I can find a buyer. :o)

11:20 AM PDT  
Blogger El G├╝ero said...

A washer and dryer...now that really makes the difference between just getting by and living! Seriously...I hate not having a washer/dryer in my home.
Good luck! Hope it works out.

12:23 AM PDT  

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