Why I love New York in 100 words or less...

Plan for the day: walk to Brooklyn Bridge and see the Statue of Liberty.
Accomplished today: walked Brooklyn Bridge, saw G
round Zero, ate at Whole Foods, walked through Battery Park City and Battery Park (officially my favorite place in NYC, view is breathtaking), rode State Island Ferry, stared at the water for a long time, wandered Wall Street, checked out city from a rooftop, hung out with a great friend, and had yummy yummy dinner in Brooklyn. All you could ask for in a day and more.

Updates

So.... yeah, long time no post again. So much has been happening and I keep thinking I need to go back and blog it, and then I don't, and the avalanche of things to post gets bigger and bigger. Sorry.

What's new with me (in my favorite list format, of course):

1) work, work, work. I am getting much more comfortable in my nursing role and have found a happy working ground with my boss, a major feat if you've ever heard any of my work stories.

2) I'm applying to the Army Nurse Corps. Many of you probably already know that, but my application is really moving forward now. I have my military physical at West Point at 0800 tomorrow morning, which should be a trip. I'm still weighing the pros and cons of this decision, but thankfully I don't have to commit to anything for another several months. The super plus side: active duty military travels the world for pretty cheap. Anyone up for a round-the-world adventure?

3) Travel, lots of travel. So far in 2010 I have been to Seattle, Portland, Italy, upstate New York/New Jersey, and Arizona. This weekend I'm heading up to Vermont and possibly New Hampshire and Maine, which I'm really excited about! I've hit I think 29 out of 50 states so far, and by next week hopefully that total will be somewhere between 30 and 32. Plus, there's nothing like New England in fall, so it should be a gorgeous drive. I'm crossing my fingers for a Thanksgiving weekend trip to the Caribbean as well, but we'll see if time/money allow. And the year's not over yet!

4) I got a tattoo. I've been chewing on this idea for a year now, and finally decided it was worth it to have ink in my skin forever. The design is my own and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. There's a big long emotional story behind it all, but it's boring to everyone but me, so I'll settle with I have a pretty flower on my wrist. It's colored like Fruit Loops right now, awesome.

Life gets more interesting every day. I am keeping busy with all kinds of new adventures, hopefully I'll be better about getting a few of them up here every once in a while. Love you all!

It's been way too long!

I know, I've been way too lax in updating the blog lately. Most of my loyal readers (all 7 of you...) already know what's been happening in my crazy, busy life, but I suppose an electronic update is far overdue. So here's the recap:

1. I moved to Brooklyn. My friends Gennie and Sue have been sharing an apartment for 2 years, and as Gennie just vacated her room for cohabitation with her BF, I found myself taking her room and roommate as my own. It's been good. I LOVE Brooklyn. (Gennie, if you're reading this, I don't want to hear any I-told-you-sos)

2. I got a bike. The day after I moved to Brooklyn. I LOVE my bike. I forgot how great it feels to pedal around with the wind on my face and just bask in the sun and love the city. Awesome. Also part of why I love Brooklyn.

3. I went to Italy. Top position on my "bucket list" was to see Florence. Check. What an amazing country! I spent a week traveling Italy alone and with random newly-made friends. I squeezed in Rome, Florence, and Ischia in one week. Breathtaking, awe-inspiring, speechless. That's what I have to say.

4. I'm visiting Seattle again, 2 months after my last visit. So far I've been able to spend time with some of the most amazing family ever, hung out at Lake Chelan, visited my best friend in Portland, and had (so far) 2 dates with the hot guy previously mentioned. Looking forward to a long 4th of July weekend ahead of me.

I know I owe details on all of that, but it's 1:30am and I'm toast. So more to follow soon, I promise.

I have a date!!!

I have had a super crush on the once-upon-a-time guy next door for what feels like forever and a day. When I lived in Lynnwood umpteen million years ago we danced around hanging out for a while, but I was always in a complicated mess with that someone else. So it never managed to go anywhere.
Yesterday, however, I went to say hi to Mr. Cute Guy for probably the first time in 4 years, and it was like picking up right where we left off. There was some casual flirting, a lot of stupid grinning, and relatively easy conversation. But we never made any plans for anything else. Which makes sense, since I live in NYC, not Lynnwood. But darn it, it's time I got to go out for real, with no extra attachments. With a super cute guy who makes me smile just thinking about. So this evening I went back over there and asked a boy out to dinner for the first time ever. Totally embarrassing, but it worked! And now, after I don't know how long of waiting, I have a date for this week!
And the nerves are totally kicking in. Here's hoping I have some tiny idea of what to do on a first date, with a guy I've liked for a long time and now live a continent away from! Wish me luck, I just might need it! He's so cute I get a little tongue-tied. And he looks an awful lot like this:



*post-date update: holy crap, that was one amazing evening! not a crazy romantic kind of date, but very comfortable and (mostly) easy. we had dinner on the waterfront, walked on the beach, then took his dog for an hour+ long walk. we chatted comfortably, and it was really nice! too bad for the 3000 miles. and the goodbye *hug*, which was very gentlemanly and a little less than I'd hoped for. but what more can I ask for from an evening. and now I'm going to go to bed grinning!*

Free at last!

Today was the last day of my Nurse Residency program! Nurse residency is the one-year orientation program new nurses go through to get up to speed and get support in learning the trade. Well, that's what it's supposed to mean anyway. Overcoming this one year mark, intact, means one thing: I'm free!!!
I've worked all kinds of jobs in my life, from waiting tables and tending bar, to retail sales, to accounting, to research science and databasing, to hand hygiene observations, and a lot of other fun stuff in between. But none of those jobs has been nearly as crazy as the one I have now as a nurse. Quite possibly none of them have been nearly as rewarding and fulfilling, either, but definitely not as crazy. In any given work day, I'm a medication pusher, nagger, waitress, therapist, physical therapist, social worker, nutritionist, diagnostician, housekeeper, secretary and confidante. That's being a nurse. It's quite a job. Made that much more intense by the environment in which I work, which is chaotic on a good day, terrifyingly awful and abusive on a bad day.
I've been really torn about how I want to shape my career once I hit this point, and frankly I still am. But today marked the point where I get to really make that choice, instead of just dreaming about it. Freedom means I can go do anything I could possibly want to do, like Labor & Delivery or Pediatrics. But it also means I could stay right where I am and enjoy the relationships I've fought long and hard to build and the respect I've developed, because I want to and not because I have to. It's amazingly freeing to know the choice is in my hands now! For all the days I'm stuck in the boss' office being reminded of all my flaws, over and over again, it's good to know I can tolerate it as a learning experience, or get the heck out of Dodge. Funny how even the worst of situations can be tolerable when I know it's for me and not for anyone else.
So I have some thinking to do in the next few weeks. So many choices! Wish me luck!! And feel free to weigh in if you have any sage words of wisdom...

How did I get here?

Today, March 24th, 2010 I did something I can honestly say I never thought I would do. And I've done a lot of random, weird things in my life (including the mechanical bull riding from earlier this week). But today might be the winner. Because today I gave and received a lap dance. Yes, a lap dance. I'm pretty sure that fun class I take every Wednesday was meant for exercise, but apparently it's also for learning bizarre new tricks in life. And I gotta tell you, they aren't easy to do. Particularly when the girl in the chair is a complete stranger and you're embarrassed out of your mind.
Seriously, when did this become my life??? Not that I'm complaining, I'm really not. It's a pretty good life. But for those of you who knew me a decade or more ago, how did I get here? It's sure been a crazy ride. On the plus side, I'm pretty sure I can do just about anything now. Yay for being multi-talented...

The best things in life are free...

...like the first real day of spring, walking in the rain, at night, soaking wet, surprisingly warm, and deliriously happy with it all.
Funny how the best moments sneak up on you.

Pity Party, Table for One

So here's a day in my life as a nurse.
Today was my first day back at work after 8 blissful days of vacation. Guaranteed set-up for disaster. First, I couldn't sleep well last night, got about 4 hours of sleep, and got out the door late. Which then required I take a cab to work. Which got stuck in godawful traffic on Queens Blvd, and over the Queensboro Bridge, and all the way down 2nd Ave. Leaving me at work around 7:50am. Just enough time to grab a breakfast sandwich, get stuck in the slowest elevator ever, get onto my floor 5 minutes late, and never get to eat said breakfast sandwich. And to make matters worse, I was assigned to the post-op unit, all by myself, leaving me isolated from the rest of the floor and unable to go anywhere, get anything done, or most importantly, sneak bites of that breakfast sandwich. Did I mention it had bacon in it?? Serious setback to my day!
So my morning was off to a rough start anyway, report took way too long, and I never made a dent in my charting before 2 out of 3 of my patients decided that oxygen was not a necessity for the day. Back to back, they both dropped their oxygen saturation from a very comfortable 95% to something more like 70%. Which sets off a horrific beeping on the monitor that could wake the dead, but apparently doesn't make people breathe any better. And requires a lot of intervening to make things all better.
Hours later, after multiple breathing treatments, 8 million new orders, and a lot of hand holding, peace and quiet was finally restored to my little post-op world. But I still hadn't eaten, was shaking with hunger and frustration, and was last in the lineup for lunches. And at this point, it's still only 11:30am! Slowest. Day. Ever.
I finally got to eat around 2:45pm, got no charting done and then got to go rounds with my favorite mean and nasty nurse practitioner about whether or not patients with dialysis catheters in the femoral vein can get out of bed (the answer is yes, apparently, although a little frightening to ponder). And my all-important charting? Got done at about 11pm, 3 hours after they stopped paying me for being in the building.
Long story short, that was one eventful return to the world of nursing. But there were some silver lining moments: one patient told me I was pretty, one patient brought us all mini cupcakes from Crumbs (yum!), and all that hand-holding is what I went into this job for in the first place. So all in all not a terrible day's work. Good thing, since I have to do it all again in less than 7 hours...

A Lesson in Humility

One of my biggest challenges in life has always been learning to laugh at myself. Not just giggle at my own jokes, or that sheepish smile when I invariably trip over my own feet. No, I need to learn to really laugh at my own ridiculousness. It's an ongoing process.
This last week was a pretty good step in that direction. I'm on vacation this week, enjoying doing not much of anything, so going out can be an adventure in trying new clothes and makeup, etc. with all the free time I have. And going out I have been doing plenty of. One night in particular, I got all gussied up in my new bright blue skinny jeans, a brand new sparkly white top, and my smoking hot knee high boots to go to an art gallery opening. Mind you, I've never worn any of these things out of my house, much less on the subway or any other public place. They seem great to me, but what do I know when I only see glimpses in my little mirrors? But I put on a little extra makeup, wore my nice fuzzy black jacket, and hoped I was looking moderately presentable at least.
As I got on the subway to head into Manhattan, I caught a couple of people look my way and thought "wow, must be looking ok tonight". No complaints about a little attention, right? But then a few more people looked my way, most of them smiling, and I started to get a little nervous. And then this stunningly gorgeous twenty-something blonde girl got on the subway across from me, blatantly eyed me up and down, and giggled a little as she made eye contact with me. She proceeded to then watch me out of the corner of her eye for the rest of the ride with a subtle smile on her face the whole time. Now, I have no complaints about being checked out, especially not by beautiful women, but at this point there are so many people looking over at me and smiling that all I can think is that somehow I've gotten something all over my face or my hair is standing straight up or my pants are blindingly bright blue, and they're all sharing a joke at my expense. So the rest of my ride was miserable, as I invented every possible bad reason people were laughing at me. So much for feeling pretty!
I finally made it to the gallery and met up with my friend, feeling ridiculous and out of sorts. And she just smiled at me, gave me a hug, and didn't point out the enormous black smudge on my face, or the horns growing out of my head, or the "kick me" sign on my back. Because there was none of those things. Turns out, I really did just look good.
I relate this not to stroke my own ego, but to finally get a good laugh at myself over the whole thing. I worked myself into such a dither about what could possibly be wrong with me that people were looking at me and smiling that I was tempted to curl in a ball and hide rather than face the ridicule! Only to find out that I'm the only one who took myself so seriously.
Moral of this story: sometimes you just have to believe that you knew what you were doing when you left the house, so don't let other people or your own silly insecurities change your mind.

My new boyfriend

I've found the perfect new guy. His name's Funky. Funky Stuff Mallone.
He loves to cuddle, gives good kisses, gets along with all of my friends.
He makes me laugh, knows how to have a good time, and loves it when I spoil him rotten.
Too bad he also makes me cry (when he bites, hard), lives with another woman (and man), and has godawful breath. But what else can you expect, really.
He thinks he's cute enough to make up for all that, and he might be right.
His aunt Tanin and I decided recently that he would be a great tool for picking up guys in the park. But he's not allowed to walk on the city streets yet (something about ucky parasites and baby dogs) so we had to tote him along in a bag to Central Park.
And then to the Met.
Where we successfully managed to pick up every middle-aged woman in the city. Hmmmm, we're going to have to work on his fetching skills.

Wiiiiiiii!

Uncle Sam was very good to me this year. Rare, I know, but it does happen. So I splurged a little (read: A LOT!) and bought myself this:

That's right, I caved and got a video game console. Something I pretty much swore I'd never do. But hey, it's totally the perfect toy for a 20-something, isn't it?? (*wink*)


I have been avoiding the gym for months and months now, not because I don't like working out, but because I really dread dragging myself to the gym. The process makes me a little crazy, and I don't feel good about it until I've been on the treadmill for a good 5 minutes. Which is a big deterrent since it takes about an hour to get to the gym where my trainer works. So why not bring the workout to me! And that's where the Wii Fit Plus comes in.


The Wii Fit Plus is a combination of crazy games designed to improve strength, balance, and humility. The last one not being listed on the packaging, of course, but nonetheless very true. Options for training include yoga, cycling, step aerobics, ski jumping, and an obstacle course. Not your cup of tea? Then how about snowball fighting? Or hula hooping? Or tightrope walking? How about rhythm kung fu? No?

Then I suggest flapping your arms like a chicken and hoping to land in a bullseye, all the while praying to god your neighbors can't see what you're doing through the windows, and that there's not a hidden camera in your apartment to broadcast your antics onto the interwebs for all to see! Yes, seriously, there is a chicken flapping game (check it out on YouTube). Only the Japanese could come up with something so asinine and yet so entertaining -- like these non-Wii gems (1, 2 and 3), also care of YouTube.

So that is how I'm spending my extra time and energy. As of yet I haven't mastered the art of being a chicken, but I have plenty of time to work on it. Meanwhile I've become quite a faux-ski jumper and snowball dodger. And my hula hooping skills are vastly improving with all the hip circles in pole dancing class.

Yes, this is what my life has become. Pole dancing, video games, and romping in the snow. Might need to change the title of the blog to "30 going on 13"... Weeeeeee!!!!

Snow-icane

It seems a little ridiculous that the last post I put up was about snow, too, but here you go. Clearly this is what is important to me!
So here are a couple of more pictures of the most recent snow dumping we're getting. I've always wanted a New England winter, and I'm getting it this year! They are calling this one a snowicane, which apparently is a snow hurricane, although honestly the wind isn't nearly as bad as the last storm we got, like a week ago.



Sure does make my boring street look a lot prettier. I'm not sure I'll love the extended commute in the morning, but at least I'm getting a smile out of it now. In fact, I spent most of the day staring out the window, smiling. Like an idiot. Or a ten-year old who knows this much snow means a day off of school. If only that's what it meant in adult land...


In the remaining twenty minutes of my day not obsessing over snow, I did sneak in a little cooking to keep my belly warm. I made a really yummy caramelized-carrots-and-feta dish, and then some homemade cinnamon apple sauce. So good, there aren't words.



And now it's time to go stare out the windows a little more before crashing for the night...

The February Fury

We got hit with a "blizzard" in these here parts this week, in case you hadn't heard.
In the words of my incredibly liberally-minded father*, it was supposed to snow "until Al Gore cried Uncle". Which it almost did.
I was so excited that I actually started taking pictures hourly to track the snow accumulation.

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Which really wasn't as much as I expected, considering this is New York. I mean, really, I want a Nor'Easter kind of winter for once, with blizzards and feet of snow and mass hysteria. Ok, maybe not the last one, although it does sound a little fun to watch staid New Yorkers lose their composure for a day. But alas, I seem destined to only get about 18 hours of snow and maybe one foot on the ground. Which I suppose is a good start. And there was maybe enough hysteria to keep apartment supers out shoveling all day, which was pretty funny to watch. From the comforts of my warm apartment. Almost as funny as listening to the yahoos with cars trying to get them out of their parking spot tombs after days of thaw/freeze/thaw/freezing that have turned the road into solid ice. I'm pretty sure a month of subway rides would be cheaper than the amount of rubber being left in the ice. Crazy people with cars!

Hope you enjoy the pics! As it was a very snowy week for everywhere except the Winter Olympics venues, I'm sure there are plenty of great snow stories from this week. Hope everyone is warm and safe after this "February Fury".

Anti-Valentine's Day

It's that wonderfully, awfully, romantic holiday again. I've tried my best this year to ignore the Hallmark cheesiness of it all and not buy into the idea that I need to have someone around on this one day a year to be happy and fulfilled. It's only kind of working.

This is the first Valentine's in quite a while that I'm so incredibly alone. Which sucks, it really does, but has also given me a chance to figure out a few important things about my life. One, the last 4 months or so have been the happiest of my whole life, and I did that, all by myself. Two, I think we're all like animals in search of a pack, needing that connection to others and wanting to belong to a bigger whole. I think that's what has felt missing for me, even in all this happiness. Three, searching for that "pack" is exhausting, and sometimes you just need to curl up in a cave and recharge.

So that's my Valentine's plan. Brunch with some good friends, and then a day at home, pampering me. Maybe dinner and a romantic movie? Sounds like a date. With the coolest person I know! :-p

I hope you all have had a lovely Valentine's Day/Chinese New Year/weekend as well.

Right on track...

I know, I know. I'm way behind on updating the blog.
For those of you who know me well, and the previous blog attempted, you should realize that this is par for the course. And for those of you who know me really well, you should know I'm a super perfectionist and want to say just the right thing with just the right pictures before I hit "post".
So I'm a little slow in catching the blog world up with the details of my life. A small recap:

*I've been working A LOT. January was the worst schedule ever, and I feel like I may as well have moved in to the hospital. Thankfully that's over, and everyone involved survived

*I worked a lot, so I'm building much better relationships with my coworkers. Life in NYC looks better and better every day!

*I spent a lot of very delirious time with Photo Booth on my laptop (see pics above, to side, and below). This is what happens when I work something like 130 hours in 14 days.

*I had a great birthday in Atlantic City. I think a posting on that one might be necessary...

*I bought a Wii (post also to follow soon, I promise) so I'm perfectly content never leaving my apartment again. Except for visits to the chiropractor, as I'm fairly sure I'm going to do serious bodily harm with sword fighting and boxing. But it will be so worth it!

*My new-found cooking delights. I tackled cinnamon rolls and chocolate truffles this month, on top of lamb stew and lasagna, which are already firmly in my repertoire now.

*I took a pole-dancing class with coworkers. This might in fact be the highlight of the past month, as it was ridiculously fun and empowering, and an incredible workout. My whole body hurt for days afterward. (see link here to check out the classes)

I think that sums it all up. Doesn't seem like much, but living it has been a whirlwind. The next two or three months look just as crazy, so I'll try to get postings up as I can. With pictures, of course!

Happy New Year!!

I know I'm a little bit late in my new year well-wishing, but I've been terribly busy these days. Doing what, you ask?
A whole lot of nothing! I have read a slew of really terrible books, worked several 2-day work weeks, hosted a book club, and made a fantastic beef stew. And that's about it.
I did have one little run of excitement in the new year, though. Picture this: it's January 2nd, I'm at work on an incredibly slow day at the hospital, and the day is growing towards it's close. I've even grown a little complacent, as my two whole patients have become one patient, and I'm frankly not sure how to fill my last 2 hours of shift. And then at 6:20pm, out of the karmic cosmos, comes a whirlwind. At first sight you wouldn't think it. He's 26, strong and healthy despite the appendicitis he was just operated on for, and *allegedly* making a very nice recovery following laparoscopic surgery. Every nurse's dream patient! I think, "he won't need anything for the next hour and forty minutes, I'll just get him settled and keep him comfortable. Yay me for going home on time!!". Ha!
So this lovely gentleman arrives on our floor in full-body shivers, complaining of cold despite 3 blankets and a stifling room. His shivers are so bad, in fact, that I can't get a real blood pressure reading on him because his arm is shaking so much. After giving him ten minutes or so to rest I try to recheck his blood pressure only to find that his heart rate is now 170. Hmmmm, not looking so good for him, or me, at this point. Thankfully I have an attentive resident on call that night, who came right away to assess this man and his super-fast heart rate. And then we discovered that his temperature was more than 104.8. Yup, that's as high as our thermometers go, and he's off that scale. Awesome! Several more doctors and a transfer to the post-op unit later, it's determined that he has malignant hyperthermia, which is a very rare complication of general anesthesia that causes the muscles to go rigid and drive body temperatures sky high. So then we start pushing large amounts of the antidote into him, a very lengthy process that takes just about every nurse on staff to accomplish, and transfer him again, this time to the surgical ICU. At 8pm, change of shift. After I had to convince a nurse there to take report on him so I could transfer him. And then later they tell me it's not malignant hyperthermia after all, just a really bad fever.
At this point I'm so amped up on adrenaline I don't care that I left work a good hour late.

But then things just kept getting better...
As I'm walking up my street from the subway, contemplating my crazy evening, I hear glass breaking and smell smoke. I look down the alley and what do I see? Flames, shooting out the windows of an apartment building. Yup. It keeps coming. And at this point I figure I've earned a look, so I walked around the corner and gawked. I'm pretty sure I'd earned the right to just stand around and watch the action for a few minutes!
Sadly, though, there were several families huddled in the DunkinDonuts while their home burned, so I beat it home to gather up supplies for cold weather and the very heavy looking bunny rabbit one lady was holding in a donut shop. And then back out I went, into the 17 degrees and 40mile an hour winds. And promptly delivered clothing to people who looked at me like I was absolutely out of my mind. And not in a good way... Oh, and by the way, did I have any clothes for the old guy wearing a tarp for pants? Sigh. Back I went to raid the little bit of men's clothing still left in my apartment. Did I mention how cold it was??

But that's not all. On my way back, again, to the crowd at the DD I stumble across a woman trying to detach herself from a cab, complaining that she's dizzy and doesn't know if she can walk. Well, that's right up my alley! Most of my days are tied up in "Fall Prevention and Safety", so I know the dizzy-walking speech inside out and backwards. Nurse to the rescue! To the drunkest woman in town... who I then had to assist all the way to her apartment so she didn't fall flat on her face.... as she kept whispering "shhhhh, don't tell anyone. I'm drrrruuunnnnkkkkk". No kidding! Never would have guessed.

All around quite an adventure of an evening.

What I've learned so far this year: surgeons are, in fact, incredibly hot out of their scrubs; New Yorkers are a terribly suspicious and ungrateful lot; drunk people continue to be comical, whether you've been drinking with them or not; and my life is pretty damn interesting, even when it resembles an episode of the Twilight Zone.