Glistening

I won't forget the T-shirt I saw that said, "Southern women don't sweat, they glisten."  This was in the back of my mind as I ran this morning. I find it's easier to go running after getting everyone out of the house then trying to rush back to get everyone ready for the day.

The mornings have been cold.  The air burned my lungs. I was happy because it meant I was moving and working.  This is a happy contrast of sitting in the classroom where a lot of my time is spent lately.

This morning my thoughts were scattered as I padded along the park path.

I use this time to talk to with God more and more.  I'm sure that isn't what He intended, but it was quiet and it helps get my mind off my burning lungs.  I know I'm not alone in doing this, especially as I passed an elderly gentleman walking along carrying his rosary beads.

Clinical this week was a reminder that not all nursing work is glamorously taking care of ill.  A lot of it is going to be helping people get out of bed, dealing with diapers (again!), having patience when communication is broken and the patient is frustrated because they cannot say what they need or want, and having conversations with those that are TOTALLY on the crazy side.

Mistakes can happen.  Boy do they hurt the heart!  The point is to be able to pull yourself back up and keep moving.   Don't worry this wasn't a mistake in the clinical setting!  Just another reminder that everyone makes mistakes.

I'm looking forward to the upcoming weeks.  The clinical rotation changes.  I will be slinging babies soon.  One of these weeks we only have one test.  That will be a nice change from the 2 or 3 a week!  Maybe I will be able to breathe again before Thursdays.  Yes, I do hold my breath from Monday to Wednesday!  Another amazing talent learned in nursing school.


"I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much."
~ Mother Teresa