Haven't written for awhile. Thought I would spare y'all the hardships of moving and unpacking. Gawd...what a hassle and one I hope not to do again for quite awhile. Each move is harder and harder. My kids say that I should live in an RV; it would be alot easier to just pick up and go when I get the urge. I explain to them that my mother's family was native american-they were used to moving along intheir travels for new grounds, new game, etc. My father's family came from survivors which included moving, whereever they needed to be and go to avoid hardship. So, I guess you can say, its in the blood. But this last one was certainly hard on me. The stuff one accumulates. Did I know I was such a pack rat? No...but its becoming more evident as I dust off magazines from 1990 and pieces of pencils that were obviously used in nursing school.
I have added several other blogs to my daily reading and get a kick out of the younger nurses and what they are facing in their trials and tribulations as well as the obstacles to what they see as practicing nursing in the most perfect of worlds. Nothing is perfect. No one is perfect case of disease, pathology, trauma, or condition. Its interesting to note, however, we older ones do seem to eat our young.
What is up with Anna Nicole??? She had her kid, waited 38 days to bury her first born (can you imagine???) and I read today that she took Xanax and Methodone all during her pregancy. I just saw an interview on hollywood access, and the girl is as high as a kite. Is she still on the stuff? Can we safely say, that she is not breastfeeding? Was her daughter put into a NICU for withdrawal? Anna (or Vicky to be more exact) was SOO high she could barely keep her eyes open. She looked like she had a serious case of ptosis. Am I the only one who sees it? Is she avoiding coming back to the states because she doesn't want the paternity thng with Birkhead? How long can she stay in the Bahamas?
And what the hell am I even questioning it? Don't I have a life anymore?