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The Bologna Blog

by L.A. Grawitch

Rated: 18+ · Book · Comedy · #2161749

Just shooting the poop with Lori

He travels the world on the backs of others
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 29, 2022 at 10:45pm
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Writing also has fewer calories.

Even short entries like this count. It keeps the gas from backing up and... well, no need to go there...

Hope you can check in whenever the urge arises.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 27, 2022 at 9:28pm
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Post something on the Newsfeed that you're back. Folks don't read blogs like they used to.

Personally, my life has changed a lot in the last few months.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 16, 2021 at 6:36pm
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Instagram, YouTube? I dunno. I want to write some stories placed in Thailand... maybe a screen play... complete with music in Thai/Lao. I've even sang some to myself (melody/images rather than words). My voice left me long ago but that shouldn't stop me from singing.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 29, 2021 at 10:50pm
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Yep. When the right ship passes by... you'll be ready.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:40pm
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I wish... I was looking forward to my high-school reunion... but covid. I no longer live close to where I grew up. None of them live here. I have to rely on new connections.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:37pm
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I didn't connect well as a child. Never quite felt at ease in my skin and I wasn't taught how to get along.

So I've spent a lifetime working on connections. Sometimes it worked! No need to mention the other times.

I continue stumbling on my journey.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 12, 2021 at 6:44pm
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Glad you went.

I can imagine it would be overwhelming for the senses. I live in quiet and will need to adjust next time I travel. I mostly live in silence and that's not in my forecast.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 3, 2021 at 9:56pm
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I'm a bit jealous. I've never been. But as a world traveler I concur with what you say. Enjoy being with your daughter.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Aug 21, 2021 at 7:29pm
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Yes, I remember jarts. We were careful. I didn't play marbles. I came to dislike Monopoly. Later I learned to dislike Risk.

I prefered card games. I played to win. Of course, I lost as well.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Aug 18, 2021 at 9:41pm
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I'd be pissed and demanding to be paid for answering the phone! I worked 11 pm - 7 am. I did NOT works days. I did NOT work evenings. I slept 8-4 and told friends not to call me unless the house was burning down. I literally could not work if I didn't have enough sleep.

Some at that time thought we should have rotating shifts. The night crew adamantly said NO. My opinion? Rotation is an abuse and so are many schedules for police and hospitals. I've worked both. You want a doc or a cop who's worked 16 hours straight to look after you?

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December 13, 2020 at 4:59pm

#1000174

Take the time to listen

While caring for a dementia patient, I was given quite a sweet surprise. In the report i received, I was told that the man was non-verbal and alert x 0. At one point during the night his cardiac monitor came off and looked fuzzy on my screen ( which no nurse likes to see) , so I gowned up to see what was happening. I entered the room with him staring at me and a bit of a smile on his face. I said, " Mr. so and so, are you playing a trick on me?" His smile got bigger. I said, " I know all of these wires are a pain, but you have managed to tie yourself in knots. Let's see if we can fix this." HE SAID, "Yeah, Good idea," I got him all straightened out, washed his face, gave him some water, turned him and fluffed the pillows around him all the while having a conversation about the weather, his care, family members I had met, and just general topics of interest. The entire time he followed me with his eyes and occasionally lifted his lips in a smile.As I asked questions, he would say yes and no in response. I spent forty five minutes in his room doing what I love best, finding the human connection and making a difference. This is not the first time I have been told that patients can't talk. Sadly, it has happened many times through the years, but it might just be that you need to invest in listening to hear the quiet of their voices.

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