It does not pay to air out your home storage area.
Especially when Dahey inadventenly lets in wildlife that dies there and stinks up the storage, and the whole house. It makes bowel programs at the Hotel smell good.
I am so glad I'm leaving for a week soon.
That is all. More to come...
Showing posts with label smells. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smells. Show all posts
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Sunday Stealing
The latest from Sunday Stealing, but I'm not sure why they picked the name...
What would you totally eat right now?
A salad.
Do you always wear a certain piece of jewelry?
My wedding ring.
What kind of jeans do you like?
Depends on the situation.
What's something on your want list?
A lawn service, so I don't have to rake leaves or garden (won't happen anytime soon though).
Do you bite your nails?
No. Never have.
What kind of smells do you like?
Lemon, peppermint, cinnamon
Would you change your eye color if you could?
No.
And what are your goals for the remainder of this year?
Get everything done before I go on vacation (at the end of the month).
When is the last time you were at the hospital?
Wednesday.
What would you totally eat right now?
A salad.
Do you always wear a certain piece of jewelry?
My wedding ring.
What kind of jeans do you like?
Depends on the situation.
What's something on your want list?
A lawn service, so I don't have to rake leaves or garden (won't happen anytime soon though).
Do you bite your nails?
No. Never have.
What kind of smells do you like?
Lemon, peppermint, cinnamon
Would you change your eye color if you could?
No.
And what are your goals for the remainder of this year?
Get everything done before I go on vacation (at the end of the month).
When is the last time you were at the hospital?
Wednesday.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
When in Rome
I would have gone if they would have let me have a longer vacation, but alas, they would not. So to slake my thirst for something Italian, I hopped in the auto and drove a ways to the Italian neighborhood of BigTown nearby.
I love this Italian neighborhood because everything is close. You park on one street and you can literally walk along the business district from one end to another in a pleasant walk, passing schools, the local church and lots of neighborhood homes, most small but neat and tidy, with little Madonnas and tri-colors in the front yards and the occasional "Beware of dog" signs in Italian.
First, I stopped for lunch at one of the sandwich places. It wasn't crowded, but the gaggle of screaming kids with two harried ladies nearly gave me indigestion. I like the guys who own the place, so I was happy with my lunch.
Next, I strolled down to the stores. I passed a couple of bakeries and grocery stores getting their deliveries. Good thing I wasn't here yesterday, or I'd have been run over by the mass of humanity that seems to show up on Wednesdays.
After that I headed over to the salumeria, which is world-famous because several Brat Packers had standing orders from this place because Frank Sinatra discovered it on a concert trip. It's a real hole in the wall, but an actual meat factory that sells all over the world. I had an interesting conversation with the lady at the counter over Abruzzese and Calabrese sausage. Yes, everything south of Milano is southern to the Lombards, and one day, I'll get to a restaurant that appreciates the difference.
I headed out with my sausages and took a break at the corner coffee store, which also happens to roast and sell coffee commercially. One of the employees was roasting a batch, so I sat in the front window seat and watched, as the drone of the roaster provided some nice, soothing white noise. The smell was delightful. I got a cup and a spicy chocolate biscotti and soaked up some sunshine in the front window (which wasn't as horribly hot as outside).
It was a relaxing way to end my trip to the Italian neighborhood. One of these days, hopefully, I'll be on my way to the old country...
I love this Italian neighborhood because everything is close. You park on one street and you can literally walk along the business district from one end to another in a pleasant walk, passing schools, the local church and lots of neighborhood homes, most small but neat and tidy, with little Madonnas and tri-colors in the front yards and the occasional "Beware of dog" signs in Italian.
First, I stopped for lunch at one of the sandwich places. It wasn't crowded, but the gaggle of screaming kids with two harried ladies nearly gave me indigestion. I like the guys who own the place, so I was happy with my lunch.
Next, I strolled down to the stores. I passed a couple of bakeries and grocery stores getting their deliveries. Good thing I wasn't here yesterday, or I'd have been run over by the mass of humanity that seems to show up on Wednesdays.
After that I headed over to the salumeria, which is world-famous because several Brat Packers had standing orders from this place because Frank Sinatra discovered it on a concert trip. It's a real hole in the wall, but an actual meat factory that sells all over the world. I had an interesting conversation with the lady at the counter over Abruzzese and Calabrese sausage. Yes, everything south of Milano is southern to the Lombards, and one day, I'll get to a restaurant that appreciates the difference.
I headed out with my sausages and took a break at the corner coffee store, which also happens to roast and sell coffee commercially. One of the employees was roasting a batch, so I sat in the front window seat and watched, as the drone of the roaster provided some nice, soothing white noise. The smell was delightful. I got a cup and a spicy chocolate biscotti and soaked up some sunshine in the front window (which wasn't as horribly hot as outside).
It was a relaxing way to end my trip to the Italian neighborhood. One of these days, hopefully, I'll be on my way to the old country...
Friday, August 13, 2010
Chew and digest
Sometimes, if I get a free moment, I actually enjoy my lunch. The other day I saw this article at the New York Times website about nurses and their lunch hours. I loved this quote:
"Workers cannot just drop patient care when the lunch hour arrives. We are not like an assembly line, which can shut down at lunchtime, or a bank, where people work 9 to 5.”
This is the understatement of the year. Some days, my lunch hours are a mess, especially on the day shift. So many things are crammed into the day shift for the convenience of outside groups, that nursing inevitably is one group that often bears the brunt of the cramming. Take services for example. In our outpost hospital, all of the services, you'd expect to have 24/7 (i.e. radiology, lab, pharmacy, etc.) are not 24/7. No, these groups have daytime hours at Madison, and when it's time for them to go home, they go home and the main hospital, Washington, picks up the slack on certain things, like lab and pharmacy. Emergent stuff has to be sent to an ER that's often on diversion, so most of the time we know that Saint Suburban down the street will get our people.
Interruptions are also key. For some strange reason, no one wants to watch anyone else's people while we're at lunch. Sure the boss assigns lunch times, but he/she still hasn't figured out that if you have a person to feed at noon and dietary doesn't bring anything until then, you will not get your lunch at noon.
My resolution: I eat whenever I have a break, or I take my lunch early when all my work is done. I enjoy having lunch in a lunch room that is quieter, since the lazy folks, usually don't start their AM work until after 9. By that time, even with complex patients, I'm nearly halfway (or more) done. I have problems smelling and feeding someone food when I'm hungry because I have 1) a huge desire to eat whatever's on their plate, 2) a huge desire to pass out as I feel my blood sugar dropping and 3) a desire to run right to the fridge and devour my own lunch.
I have a strategy for what I eat, too. I try not to bring anything that needs a microwave. It limits what I can eat, but makes things a bit easier. I mix it up, so all I have to do is unpack and eat. I try to eat lots of fruit, nuts, vegetables and grains, which I don't feel like doing. Having a quiet lunch room also helps when enjoying a fresh cup of coffee.
Our lunch room may be spartan, and not much of an oasis, but any little bit of free time, along with a good lunch can make the day go by quickly.
"Workers cannot just drop patient care when the lunch hour arrives. We are not like an assembly line, which can shut down at lunchtime, or a bank, where people work 9 to 5.”
This is the understatement of the year. Some days, my lunch hours are a mess, especially on the day shift. So many things are crammed into the day shift for the convenience of outside groups, that nursing inevitably is one group that often bears the brunt of the cramming. Take services for example. In our outpost hospital, all of the services, you'd expect to have 24/7 (i.e. radiology, lab, pharmacy, etc.) are not 24/7. No, these groups have daytime hours at Madison, and when it's time for them to go home, they go home and the main hospital, Washington, picks up the slack on certain things, like lab and pharmacy. Emergent stuff has to be sent to an ER that's often on diversion, so most of the time we know that Saint Suburban down the street will get our people.
Interruptions are also key. For some strange reason, no one wants to watch anyone else's people while we're at lunch. Sure the boss assigns lunch times, but he/she still hasn't figured out that if you have a person to feed at noon and dietary doesn't bring anything until then, you will not get your lunch at noon.
My resolution: I eat whenever I have a break, or I take my lunch early when all my work is done. I enjoy having lunch in a lunch room that is quieter, since the lazy folks, usually don't start their AM work until after 9. By that time, even with complex patients, I'm nearly halfway (or more) done. I have problems smelling and feeding someone food when I'm hungry because I have 1) a huge desire to eat whatever's on their plate, 2) a huge desire to pass out as I feel my blood sugar dropping and 3) a desire to run right to the fridge and devour my own lunch.
I have a strategy for what I eat, too. I try not to bring anything that needs a microwave. It limits what I can eat, but makes things a bit easier. I mix it up, so all I have to do is unpack and eat. I try to eat lots of fruit, nuts, vegetables and grains, which I don't feel like doing. Having a quiet lunch room also helps when enjoying a fresh cup of coffee.
Our lunch room may be spartan, and not much of an oasis, but any little bit of free time, along with a good lunch can make the day go by quickly.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Technobabbly
Can I just say that I need to read a little more on nursing terminologies and start making a flash card game or a map to keep it all straight?
Thanks, I knew you all would understand. (whew!)
Life at the Hotel Rehab is still the same. The sights of patients going here and there to therapy. The smells...thankfully not of vomit, although a few flowers would be nice. (Hint: no one bought us any flowers this year. Where's Mr. Romantic when you need him...Indiana?) The sounds were of all those rolling people laughing and smiling and hanging out with people coming in for our regularly scheduled lunches by one of the organizations.
And I escaped...just so I could spend time at school with Bubba, when he got his citizenship award. Aww...I'm so proud. You only get so many of these moments in life, so I am going to savor them.
Stay tuned...I'll be back!
Thanks, I knew you all would understand. (whew!)
Life at the Hotel Rehab is still the same. The sights of patients going here and there to therapy. The smells...thankfully not of vomit, although a few flowers would be nice. (Hint: no one bought us any flowers this year. Where's Mr. Romantic when you need him...Indiana?) The sounds were of all those rolling people laughing and smiling and hanging out with people coming in for our regularly scheduled lunches by one of the organizations.
And I escaped...just so I could spend time at school with Bubba, when he got his citizenship award. Aww...I'm so proud. You only get so many of these moments in life, so I am going to savor them.
Stay tuned...I'll be back!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Not quite...
Nursing school ready, and certainly not Hotel Rehab on evening shift ready....
Bubba tells me about his day at school.
"Mom I puked at school today."
"Okay," I ask, "what happened?"
"Something smelled really bad in the boys' bathroom and it really made me sick."
"How are you now?" I ask.
"Much better, thanks. " says Bubba.
The joys of school...makes me wonder if the custodian threw sawdust down on the floor.
Bubba tells me about his day at school.
"Mom I puked at school today."
"Okay," I ask, "what happened?"
"Something smelled really bad in the boys' bathroom and it really made me sick."
"How are you now?" I ask.
"Much better, thanks. " says Bubba.
The joys of school...makes me wonder if the custodian threw sawdust down on the floor.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Heard on the unit
In this first of the year installment, I didn't have to do much to hear some pretty interesting comments. Happily, there is no smellavision (yet) on the internet or some of these would be harder to bear.
"The first time I smelled Jack Daniel's (whiskey) I thought it was my grandmother's perfume." Picasso
Picasso's not his real name, but this guy is one of our regular artists in residence. No, he didn't get any big honors like our other guy who got to be a VIP late last year, but he's always got something new going on, like his secret pastel drawing in the sketch book.
He keeps making drawings for some of the nurses, so I guess I'm going to have to commission something from him to get one myself. This one about Picasso's Granny just happened to pop up as we were talking about French-Canadians. I guess Granny liked the taste of Jack to some old silly perfume!
"I like it up here at the penthouse level (waving his hand in front of his nose)." Mr. VIP
Somebody was emitting noxious odors in VIP's room, so to get away from it, he had someone raise up his bed about 4 feet off the floor, which is pretty far away from that nursing standard of a "locked and low bed."
"It's all in the technique, folks, all in the technique." Mr. AMA
Yes, Mr. AMA returned to us again to get healed up and promises not to leave AMA this time. (just like the last few times...) AMA's nurse and I tried to get him positioned right to go to x-ray and he bellyached until one of the nursing assistants reoriented his pillow, hence the quote. (The NA got it just right!)
"W., it's been nice knowing you. I'm leaving here for good. Dr. T. won't let me smoke. Screw him!" Ms. Cig
Ms. Cig did not agree to not smoking on our unit, so she asked for and got transportation back to her home. (Note: our boss does not let patients with pressure sores smoke.) She was so happy to get her carton of cigarettes back on her way out the door, that she disappeared and had a smoke before the ambulance came to pick her up. It didn't help that they were over an hour late!
It's back to the old grind tomorrow. Stay tuned!
"The first time I smelled Jack Daniel's (whiskey) I thought it was my grandmother's perfume." Picasso
Picasso's not his real name, but this guy is one of our regular artists in residence. No, he didn't get any big honors like our other guy who got to be a VIP late last year, but he's always got something new going on, like his secret pastel drawing in the sketch book.
He keeps making drawings for some of the nurses, so I guess I'm going to have to commission something from him to get one myself. This one about Picasso's Granny just happened to pop up as we were talking about French-Canadians. I guess Granny liked the taste of Jack to some old silly perfume!
"I like it up here at the penthouse level (waving his hand in front of his nose)." Mr. VIP
Somebody was emitting noxious odors in VIP's room, so to get away from it, he had someone raise up his bed about 4 feet off the floor, which is pretty far away from that nursing standard of a "locked and low bed."
"It's all in the technique, folks, all in the technique." Mr. AMA
Yes, Mr. AMA returned to us again to get healed up and promises not to leave AMA this time. (just like the last few times...) AMA's nurse and I tried to get him positioned right to go to x-ray and he bellyached until one of the nursing assistants reoriented his pillow, hence the quote. (The NA got it just right!)
"W., it's been nice knowing you. I'm leaving here for good. Dr. T. won't let me smoke. Screw him!" Ms. Cig
Ms. Cig did not agree to not smoking on our unit, so she asked for and got transportation back to her home. (Note: our boss does not let patients with pressure sores smoke.) She was so happy to get her carton of cigarettes back on her way out the door, that she disappeared and had a smoke before the ambulance came to pick her up. It didn't help that they were over an hour late!
It's back to the old grind tomorrow. Stay tuned!
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