code blog: tales of a nurse

Like the title says, this post has nothing to do with nursing. Or medicine.

Ok then! I just read this on Yahoo! news:

"His father, Yosef Cavalin, frets about the piano-playing, noting that his only child recently broke his arm pursuing another passion, martial arts. He has won several trophies for his age group.

"Finals are coming and everything and he cannot play with both hands. He'll just try to play with the right hand," he says. "I don't know how his grade's going to be in piano. It worries me a bit."

Um. Your kid, who 10 and is excelling in college level science courses, broke his arm while winning trophies in karate. And you're worried about his piano grade? I can confidently say that no one is going to take the kid to task over a B in piano that he earned while playing one handed. I'm just saying.

And secondly, I have a plea. Go read this. I have thus far managed to snag some on Ebay here and there, but it's not even available there anymore and I'm down to the last bottle. (If you keep it in the fridge, it keeps it from going icky.) It is truly unobtainable. So now I guess I have to switch to something else. Any ideas? It has to be leave-in. And it has to smell delightful. :)

Hmm... I guess I will tack on something nursing-related (kind of) seeing as how it just happened about 90 seconds ago. I started a business a couple of months ago and it doesn't even matter what that is - what matters is that I haven't sold a thing, have not brought in one penny. (I'm not ready yet! But that is besides the point.) Just now I received a call from some Congressman (well, his "aide") who is proud of my business accomplishments and would like a business leader like me to get some sort of Congressional merit honor badge club ring and go to Washington to represent business leaders, blah blah.

I have been a bedside nurse for over 10 years. I have seen and done some incredible things. I have helped fellow humans through some truly horrible illnesses and have been there for them. I have been hit at, hit on, spit on, kicked at, thanked, hugged, and I've even had a couple of thank you letters to the hospital with my name mentioned. I have been a business owner for 40 days and have not yet managed to actually do any business. Yet this is what they want to send me to Washington for. This country is MESSED UP.