A Scottish Bride

About Myself I'm a newlywed who got married on March 15,2008. I'm currently living at home with my mother, husband, 2 dogs, 3 cats, and 5 tortises. We're saving up for our first how which we'll hopefully buy soon. I'd love to start our family, but that like everything comes in it's own time. I recently lost my father, and am dealing with his death the best way I know how. Surrounding myself with the people I love, and enjoying life like he would have wanted me to.

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Saturday, May 12, 2007

Ok so it's been a while since I've posted and I'm going to have a long one to catch up but here it goes.

I went to Maeve's crack/candle party and had a blast and got to order some crack of my own. That shit is addicting and when I actually get the opportunity to light my candles/crack my room and hopefully soon to have house will smell pretty. I ordered a bunch of shit and I'm pretty happy.

The weekend after M and I joined Maeve and her hubby at the renn fair....however we only got to see them at the end. I enjoyed it per usual however M seemed to hate every minute. We didn't even see a show this time and I was a slightly disappointed.

Work is going good but slowly killing me. I know most of you are going to roll your eyes but I'm not used to the 8 hour routine. I was lucky if I even got that at my last location so I'm getting used to it here. I miss my psych patients a lot and I miss the routine of it. I work with two other girls and I really enjoy working with the one. The other is very quiet and keeps to herself. Originally I thought she'd be someone to talk to but it seems I was mistaken. It also seems as if I have brought the psycho patients with me. Last week we had to call security at least once each day. A patients son even physically pushed one of our nurses. There's a new thing every day at this location. The one thing that that truly gets to me though is that I'm the youngest person there however there are 2 girls that seem to have the high school mentality still. This annoys me more than anything!! However I strongly believe in karma and treating people how you want to be treated. So I'll continue to be nice and my generally bubbly self. It's nice to hear that consistently not only from co-workers but from patients that they like coming to work because of my personality and it makes the day a bit easier. I don't exactly understand it but if it works for them I'll continue being me.

So on to the depressing shit!!! On Thursday I got out of the shower and went to go do my make-up and continue getting ready for work. I thought I heard my name called but blew it off and then I heard it again and M calling for me saying my dad had fallen. I (wearing a towel) run in to find my dad on his back between his bed and table throwing up profusely. He's not all conscious so I roll him on to his side so he doesn't aspirate more of his own vomit into his lungs. As I turn him on to his side I see a huge pool of blood from the back of his head and scream at M to call 911 (twice this way the message isn't misinterpreted). He's on the phone with them as I'm talking to my dad and getting him to answer to make sure he's conscious and not going to fall asleep just in case he has a concussion. The ambulance arrives and gets him out of the room. We go full lights and sirens to the same hospital my grandmother died at. I was freaking out about that point alone. When we got to the hospital we found out his blood pressure was dangerously low, low enough to kill him. It was 35/41!!! We spent the whole day trying to get him stable enough to transport him to ICU and hopefully to a Kaiser hospital. When we left him around 6pm his blood pressure had risen a but to 87/43 but was still to low to transport him to a Kaiser hospital. We went back later that night to visit and it had risen to 110/56 which was a lot better however Kaiser wouldn't risk transporting him. Last night at about 11pm they finally transported him and now he's on his way home. Yesterday was one of the hardest days. I went to work tearing up all day long because I had to be there and couldn't be with my dad. He's coming home and that's good though.

Now I'm not really close to my father do to his passive aggressive anti social attitude. That and his denial of my mother and his relationship. However I'm hoping this brush with death has changed his attitude slightly. It seems to have a bit but I'm not holding my breath with it lasting. I'm just glad he's ok and can still walk me down the isle.

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