Shit isn’t easy on the PCT, and I’m writing now to share things I learned about feet for those of you considering your first long hike. The PCT was my first long hike, and I had my fair share of feet trouble, but I made it. And I learned a lot. And I’m going to share it all with you here.
After being a nurse for a few years I started to notice that I talked about poop more than most other things. Even in mixed company. I found talking about poop… easy. And humorous. Why didn’t everyone want to talk about the funniest thing, ever, in detail, all the time, I wondered? For me, poop… continue reading
So this is my new right collarbone. I’m pretty happy — as happy as one can be, I guess — with the new shape. And I’m proud that I healed it myself, trusting nature to do its job (though that was tough sometimes). There are some fairly good resources online for people with broken collarbones… continue reading
Here are my hard-earned tips and tricks to avoid and cure repetitive stress disorders, especially of the hands and arms (such as carpel tunnel and golfer’s elbow) from sewing, knitting, or sitting at a desk.
I was telling this story last night and it’s just too good not to write up. I think it’s one of the very best penis-related stories I took away from my nursing career. You’re warned, so keep reading. One fairly quiet evening on a orthopedic ward I entered another nurse’s patient’s room to request her… continue reading
I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a long time. Even though I haven’t been working as a nurse for the past two years, I am still an RN, and have plenty experience in hospitals to write something didactic. Between 2001 and 2009 I had experience working in eleven different hospitals and over… continue reading
In nursing lingo, a “boost” is where you use sheets placed underneath a patient to help lift the patient towards the head of the bed. Because the head of a hospital bed raises mechanically, patients just tend to slide down towards the foot. Boosting is something nursing staff do frequently, every day. In fact, boost… continue reading
I’m was thinking just now, and intermittently through Sunday, about the magic of peanut butter sandwiches. On Saturday I cared for a kind-souled quadriplegic man. After I remarked on the large scar on his coccyx, he told me that for five years he suffered a bedsore there. He, his wife, doctors and nurses tried everything… continue reading
So the other evening I dragged myself out in 90+ degree weather and rode the Portland Mountain Bike Short Track Series without chapstick. I swear if I had had chapstick I could have won the race, but I didn’t. Stupid, stupid stupid. The race was fun, especially the muddy parts (which I detoured through in… continue reading
In the world of hospital nursing, there is not very much that makes me nauseated. But Lorna* got me nauseated. You see, every once in a while a senior nurse will do something they don’t teach in school. Whether it be an outmoded technique, a time-saving trick, or something completely off-target, it always provides insight… continue reading