Down she went

Its strange how certain things happen and it remind you of all your litle fears in the world. This morning I fell down the stairs...luckily nothing was broken, just a bruised. Ofcourse it would be my big ass thats bruised...left side. Anyway the scarey part for me wasnt falling...it was , what if I was alone. Hubby was there, which I was eternally thankful for. But it reminded me of a fall I had yrs ago  in the bathroom. I slipped on the floor and almost hit my head on the bathroom sink, and in attempt to save the little brain I have I almost broke my arm protecting it. But what scared the dickens out of me while I laid on the floor for a good minute or so..the door was locked. How would anyone realise something had happened to me if the door was locked and they think I am just enjoying a really long bath. Since that day I try nto to lock the bathroom door when I shower, however as time passes and fear decreases...or should I say...gets overshadowed by other things..I forget. I forget that I shouldnt lock the door when I shower, but falling today reminded me. I forget that most household falls occur in the bathroom and bedroom. I mean for goodness sake..how could I forget..its one of the main things I tell my older patients. And here I am victim to my own lecture.

So to add to the short list of fears I have...falling without help is one of mine. That and being paralyzed, raped and rats (NY subway rats will scare anyone). Anyway no more fear talk.

I went to the beach today...and it reminded me of Trinidad so much. Its been so long since I've been to the beach. I would love to live near the water one day...or atleast vacation there. I am truly a Cancer....pure crab..loving the water. Boats, sandcastles, palm trees and warm water all bring out my inner sunshine. Its been a good day.

Anyway I am off to work out...or atleast pretend I am making a dent in my weight. Really my goal is just to develop a healthy exercise schedule that I dont dread doing. So far walking the bridge hasnt killed me yet..but I still wont commit to a gym. One step at a time people. 

been a better day

I am finally sitting infront of my computer desk. *sighs*

Me and Hubby put it together today...and I woke up with no feelings of anger.I dont know where it went but I know I am glad it gone. Cause I would hate to spend my day off being pissed. Instead I enjoyed it with him.I tried to spray paint these shelves for my "work space"...which is what I am calling it now...cause it way too small to be an office. LOL. Anyway ...the theme of the "work space" is red...color theme that is..so my bright idea was red shelves. Not only does it it messy , trying to put these bad boys up are harder than I thought. so I gave up and now these sit in the corner till "HELP" arrives.

But the essentials are up....my desk...my comp...internet....calender...and immediate work supplies. Hopefully by the end of next month my "work space" will be ready for its unveiling....which involves cleaver drapery to hide boring walls.

anyway off to relax and get ready for the morning.

slow to anger

Last night I realised I am slow to anger...but when I am angry I hold on to it. I simmer in that feeling and I dont let go easily. I hate, dispise "inconsideration". I may not be the most sensitive person there is, as I have been told so many times these past few weeks, but I am unconsciously insensitive to others needs or my hurting them. I dont set out to be that way..it happens and when I am made aware of it I apologise. Not cause its "mannerly" or what is expected. No I apologise because I ginuinely didnt mean it. I apologise and try not to repeat the deed because its how I become a better person, learning from my mistakes. But no, some people dont see that they are inconsiderate and then when its pointed out to them dont think their inconsideration is so much of a problem that it needs to be addressed. Well you know Fuck that!. It is a problem. When someone points something out to you..its an issue they care enough about to mention.

My hubby is one of those inconsiderate people. I think his thinking process goes like this.."I know this may bother Jane but you know what its okay cause I have a good reason and she should automatically know my reason...even though I wont say what it is". When someone says they are going to do something, or makes plans with you and never shows up or calls thats inconsiderate. I find that on a scale 1-10 on the rude reciter scale , batting a fucking 12!!!!

It tells me that..that person doesnt care enough about my time or me to consider a 2 second phone call that goes like " I wont be able to do this..sorry , another time" or like this " I am sorry I forgot, so and so happened, I dont want you to think I purposely forgot about you". I waited for hours...energy wasted...time and worried that maybe something had happened. And you know what I knew nothing happened, that A-hole simply fell asleep. Which is understandable, he was tired but an apology is not to much to ask for , or an explanation.

  Ofcourse to some people this may be small...a minute lapse..something not worth mentioning. But to me..its not. Its hurtful when someone doesnt even consider you in their mind as to be worth an apology. And I realise this man doesnt apologize for shit.

His independence and stubborness builds a wall around him , ofcourse I know its purpose..to protect his heart..and stemmed from him having always to be able to depend on himself and himself only...but you know it also does something else..hurts others around him. I know he tries..but you know, I dont care. FUCk it ..and fuck him today! I literally see that wall everytime I make an offer and he regets it. I offer cause I care but he rejects cause he doesnt want to owe anyone anything. But I am not just anyone. I am supposed to be the first person you consider to come to for help. But not even that..just simple things. The man cant even accept a gift,I cant afford much but if I wanna pay for lunch or dinner once in a while. Let me...it is fucking rude to say..."I can pay for my own".I know you can pay for it. Its nto about money. What the hell! I mean how can u not see that this is like ...I offer u cake and u spit in it and gives it back to me. I get that he is a man and is macho and all that bull shit that goes with having fucking testicles. But when I offer something its to show I care. Its to say..thank you for something else...like the movie we just went to ...or helping me fix up the apt when you have to work and have a bunch of other things to do that day. And u know what sometimes his bullshit just hurts.

 

P.S. to Janie...sorry for the F-Bombs

I'm back!

My computer is finally set up and my internet is on. My excitment is palpable.And thank you very much for your prayers and thoughts Janie, they are much appreciated. I hope all is well with you and your also.

ANyway still waiting for my desk to be put up but thats a two person job and I am not going rush Mr Hubby. He's been good , so I'll be good...and curb my tongue. Havent met anyone I am interested in calling a friend yet or atleast hanging out with. Everyone I meet is usually from work and they are older women with children and a much busier schedule than me. I dotn want to impose and ask to hang out when they have kids to think about and cant drop everything at the drop of a hat. It would be nice to get "girlfriend" to hang with. Hubby is nice..but some things I cant do with him without hearing him complain. Like shopping or just window shopping, or driving around with no agenda, people watching, just enjoying the sights. He is great to hang with but I do need friends outside of him. Else I am afraid I will become one of those "dependent follow me eveywhere , call me all day type woman".And I refuse to become HER!

I also finally found a hair dresser. I met him at a Beauty Supply place and although he was inexperienced with interlocking Locs...he was willing to learn and practice and I was willing to let him. PLus he was just too funny not to. I have an appointment next week@ his salon , downtown. Flamboyant and steriotypical male hairdresser. But I like his enthusiasm. Plus I am tired of trying to find a salon that does Locs here. It was too much of a hassel, one day I will give the details of that misadventure.

Anyway I am off to iron my clothes , finish my chores and relax.

feels so long

Its been so long since I sat down and wrote an entry. Work has been a ridiculously crazy place. I am slowly turning my apt into a home. And the family is in good health. I am enjoying being a nurse but sometimes I feel like I need a nurse myself. I have to force myself to stop and eat or stop and go to the bathroom many days , cause its so hectic. And by the time I come home and the adrenline rush goes away...my energy level drops. I mean my body reminds me that I havent slowed down to catch my breath for 12 +  hours, it aches, creaks and hollars.At times all I wanna do is climb in bed and sleep all day. But I realised I havent had a chance to do that in a week or more and its slowly taking a toll. My smile to my co-workers arent ginuine as it was 2 weeks ago..cause inwardly I am dreaming of a warm shower, cool sheets on the bed and a hot plate in my hand. And since they are reminders of why I am not getting those things at that exact moment...I wait two extra seconds before I answer their call. *sighs*

All I need is three days off and I will be fine. My spirits will be up , as well as my attitude. But Hubby has been sweet , and accomadating..even though I can come off needy, which I dont mean to and is out of character for me. I am grateful for his patience and humor.

Okay now to pack my things and get ready for tomorrow. I need to speak to my girls.  I miss them. 

1 week down...millions more to go

So this week was my first 12 hrs work experience. It has its good and bad. Good...its only 3 days out of a  day week....get to pick your schedule...the floor is a busy one so there is lots to do...time goes fast if you keep busy.

Bad..its 12 freaking hours!...the last 2 hours always seem to drag...and its 12 freaking hours!

I had the opportunity to se three surgeries...and worked with one fo the patients from recovery room to discharge. Which involves so many departments..but it was great to see the entire process. The majority of the people on the floor are okay...some not so much than others but I take it with a grain of salt. Luckily I am not the type to take things personally...when someone is being a bitch/asshole , I dont think "they are being a bitch or an asshole to me"...no I think "they are just a bitch/asshole". I let things roll off my back and keep it moving.

But most are receptive openly....I also got to work with a few other staff members and have a better insight on what they do...I love that, and get to tie it all together.

Today I spent the day cleaning the new place. I am so excited..I have so many ideas ...the involve many trips to Home Depot and Walmart..by 3 pm this afternoon I have worn myself up into taking a much needed nap.

But now I am up again I am going to hit the stores and go window shopping. Its the 1st of the month...rent was paid..so window shopping is all that will be done. lol

Anyway just giving an update. I miss my girls. Although I talk to them often I've been so busy , they've been busy and we all have to sync up our schedules. Soon we will find a rhythm to do our 2 hour girl talks.