Sunday, July 29, 2007


Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator. ~Gene Tierney

Norio and I were goofing around online last night looking at prospective houses that we might buy once we get fiscally together. It's so strange how we both hated the same ones and loved the same ones. We looked at like 35 houses, but only 2 made the cut and made us both sigh. I'm not going to post the link here, but I really hope that a similar house is on the market when we are ready to buy. It had the perfect kitchen, with gleaming new Kenmore appliances in black, a stove on an island with range hoods and all. I saw it and I just's like my dream house!

It's a shame we can't make a bid for it now...I would so get that!

Thursday, July 26, 2007


I've been contemplating this for days and I'm really torn. I don't know if I should head to Nigeria right now for my sister's wedding. She's having a huge reception in the US that she would prefer me to come to, but I still want to go to Nigeria. It's calling to me like a sirens to sailors, like pens to executive desks. I'm so torn. I really wish I had saved up more money, because that is the main mitigating factor. If I had a couple of grand stacked, then it would be no problem to buy a ticket last minute and fly home for the wedding.


Wednesday, July 25, 2007


Yesterday I was walking my patient around the hospital ward with his portable oxygen concentrator and between breaths and steps he said that I was the "best nurse he'd ever experienced". That really did make me beam and get warm on the inside. Here's reason #43454 why I love my job.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


Man, I wanna go home for my sister's wedding soooo bad! I'm not sure if I'll be able to, with starting a new job and all, but I can almost taste the food on my tongue. My best memories of Nigeria was filching food from my grandma's outdoor kitchen straight from the hot stove. Warm, soft sweet bread, moin-moin, fried fish and other sundry delights. Man...I miss home.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Joie de Vivre

True happiness is... to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future. ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca

I was on the phone with all my sisters today and the younger ones both stated that I sounded so happy. It wasn't just because I was having a good day, (actually, I had just gotten back from work and it was an insanely chaotic day and I was tired as all get out). However I think it does have to do with work in a way.

Nursing satisfies me in ways that nothing else can fill. There is something immensely gratifying to go to work and know on the spot that you are helping people. Today I had 2 patients and neither of them spoke any English. The hospital I was at didn't have translators on the weekend so they spent half the morning on opposite sides of the hallway, unable to communicate to anyone at all. My solution was to introduce Mr. Espanol to Mrs. Latina....I actually walked him down the hall and into her room. The rewarding excitement and joy that they radiated in those 15 minutes was probably what gave me the joy and drive to live through the remaining crazy hours at work.

So yes, I've found my calling. I'm fortunate to have found it early and to know that every day I step out of my house, I am doing my small part to save the world, one hurting soul at a time.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods. ~Aristotle

My friends from college, aka the Fab Four are tentatively planning a vacation for sometime next year. We all haven't seen each other all together since graduation, and provided that Joycii & N get along, we might have to thrown down for an Orlando vacation rental or something. I think it would be fun, we can play spades all night, play on the beach all day and take lots and lots of pictures.

Monday, July 16, 2007


We were driving on the highway today and there were some truck accessories right in the middle of the highway. I'm sick and tired of people dropping their shizz all over the road. For instance, yesterday it was a pair of jeans---how do you drop a pair of jeans? Do you just start driving, whip them off to moon someone the then toss 'em out the window?

Californians litter like no joke.

Sunday, July 15, 2007


Man...I haven't updated here in a while. If you have a moment and you're missing me...check out my brand new project, Sickle Cell Can Kiss My Ass.

Hope you're doing well.


Friday, July 06, 2007


Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator. ~Confucius

My elderly patients are soooo cute! For some reason, they have such a unique perspective on life. It's like they have nothing to lose anymore and they are just happy and content for each special day. They recognize their mortality and yet remain so peaceful. They say whatever is on their minds, don't even worry about being PC and strictly epitomize the 'live for the moment' ideology that so many youth profess but in essence lack. Besides the fact that your body starts crapping out on you, your kids quibble over your money, you're in and out of hospitals often and incontinence products become your new best friend, being elderly is really posh.

Especially when you have a nurse like me.

Monday, July 02, 2007


Paternity is a legal fiction. ~ James Joyce

I was watching this case on Judge Judy last night in which a deadbeat dad refused to provide for his child for 5 years claiming that he needed a paternity test before he would give any money whatsoever to his ex wife. I've seen cases like this before but this one was more weird because he moved to another state, got married and is taking care of his new wife's 3 children...leaving his own blood child with no extra support.

The only reason I'm thinking about this is cos one of my patients last night showed me pictures of his 2 kids and I told him, "wow, they are so your kids, they look just like you." Later he told me that they weren't his biologically but his children of the heart. Wow.