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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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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 |
| The college graduation party for my daughter was yesterday. It was so good getting to see people together. We laughed, we cried,ate, drank, and played all the outdoor games put on hold for so long. It did goodness for my soul. If I ever forget how much family and friends mean to me lightening should strike me down. It was a great day with intense storms predicted but we were home and unpacked by the time weather was unleashed. I do have to question the weirdness of a tree branch falling at the park when I stood up. Trees are not my friend these days. Last week a branch squished my car and we are still dealing with the fallout from that Again, no one was hurt and I am thankful but a bit spooked. Love life, live life, and enjoy the moments. |
| Well, if the news were good, life would be easier. My cute little car was taken out by a limb. Looks like insurance is totaling my car and it breaks my heart.I would much rather have it fixed. It was the mirror, windshield, and roof. So very sad. Again still happy no one was hurt, but honestly I loved that car. |
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With full disclosure in mind, I will tell you that I am fully vaccinated, but this was a personal choice. It was a choice that I was allowed to make based on my circumstances and my concerns. It was my choice alone and I refuse to wag my finger at those that chose differently. The pandemic is an unprecedented event in our history, and the media has caused the politics of all parts of this last year and a half to pit one person against the other. They managed to make even the mask, a simple piece of cloth, the topic of heated debates. But the exciting news is that we have survived and we have endured. There is light at the end of the tunnel. We have accomplished this by working together as medical professionals. We were a team and we worked diligently to meet the needs of our patients. And there was tremendous loss along the way, with each of us knowing at least one person who lost the fight or whose life was altered forever. . So it makes no sense to me to begin pitting our staff against one another with mandatory vaccinations. These are the same people that were hailed as heroes’ a few months ago. And to now threaten their livelihood is atrocious. There are questions still remaining about the injections, as to the long term effects. They are new and they are experimental. People of child-bearing age, the main entity of our workforce, are worried about fertility. There are guidelines even for certain meds that we nurses dispense to our patients that cause the same concern and special precautions must be used. There are people with medical conditions, such as auto-immune or genetic deficiencies that carry concerns. There are people battling cancer while still attempting to work for the much needed insurance anxious about the shot. The thought of adding more foreign medications to their system fills them with dread. Yet now we are demanding that they inject themselves for some greater good that the media is touting. These are still the same people that showed up at the hour of our desperation. I was given a choice, but I believe my co-workers deserve the same consideration. Mandating for the sake of panic and hysteria is a grave mistake. We all witnessed what it has done to our society. Making rules just because the media makes it trendy throws away the very compassion we hospital workers have always embraced. It scares me as to the number of people that we will loose over this issue. A voice of reason is needed now more than ever. I have worked side by side with some of these people and can attest to the commitment and empathy they possess. I lived through the short-staffing of the pandemic and this will in no way compare. Colleagues that I have trusted with my life and those of our patients will be lost. I beg you to reconsider this mandate. In a few years, when we have the full knowledge of the injectables and fallout from this era in history, people will become more comfortable. The flu vaccine is the prime example and we were not rushed into the decision. Science and time played a role in helping to make the choice. Fifty plus years of history stands behind the flu vaccine versus two years of hyped-up propaganda and fear tactics. Chronicles of the COVID vaccine’s efficacy and long term side effects are short-lived. People deserve a bit more history to base the personal decision upon and the high price of mandating our staff is too exorbitant. They are still masking and still showing up to do the job that is asked of them, but the very organization we have aided seems to be attacking. Our heroes’ of 2020 are still heroes and are asking for better treatment from the hospitals that we serve. Sincerely, . Long term employee and Concerned Staff Member |
| Doom, or the sense of black clouds overhead, paralyzes. It is stifling to the whole life process and hard to shed the wariness that ensues. Predicting future calamity is impossible, but mayhem seems to travel in six packs. When one event occurs, human nature casts a net of suspicion. You tend to become immobile in deed and action. It becomes a gnawing fear that calls you to the edge of disaster. Currently, I reside in this tread wary land. The event that brought about my nervous tics was unexpected. As we ate our dinner, the doorbell rang and the words that flew from my daughters mouth were, "Oh my God,mom your car!" I jumped from my seat to find my cute little jeep had been crushed by a fallen tree limb. The sweet little mirror laid in the street winking at me. The crushed roof mockingly mooned me and the broken glass of the windshield cut me to the core. It is just a car and no one was hurt in the smashing of my little "OY VEY" (name for my car). But I tell you that it is the first new car that I have ever owned and I loved him like a family pet. A side story that revolves around the current car is that the one that preceded this vehicle was killed 24 hours after I got it. I drove it to work and on the way back home a woman ran a red light and smashed in to me. I was unhurt but the car was totaled and of course she had no insurance. That was a nightmare for the books, but again no one was injured and my mind centered around the blessing portion of the event. But after each occurrence the soul becomes hyper-vigilant. |
| I was reminded, once again, that perspective provides focus for the little moments in life. As my husband and I were traveling home from a family reunion we were stopped by an unusually long train. Both of us being hot and tired, wanted nothing more than to get home. We sat in silence watching the train for a few moments, before I remembered an earlier time in our lives where being stopped by a train was a momentous occasion. I turned to him and said, "Do you remember how much fun we used to think trains were?" I could see by his smile that he knew exactly what I was talking about and we laughed at our memories. My oldest son was a nut about anything having to do with trains when he was little, probably from age 18 months to 9 years old. Thomas the Tank engine was played on the TV constantly and he owned every metal engine they came out with, always being the only thing he asked for on birthdays. Anytime we went for a drive the boy would pray that we would get stopped by a train. We had to allow extra time just in case we did get stuck. He would pop his head against the window and describe each car that passed by, giving us the specs and informing us of what they were carrying. Sometimes he would make up stories about the people on the train.Even the littler kids enjoyed listening to him describe the trains. So this week, perspective allowed us to sit calmly and patiently, enjoying the time spent in a car while watching a train go by. So much stress in our lives would melt away if we allowed ourselves to gather the perspective of a child. |
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