Med Room Relief

Well tonight I got told I am the new med room relief person. Ehh...grr...this was my first thought. When working the med room we have 2 main med passes, one at 3:30-4:30 and the bigger one from 6:45 to 9:00pm. Our goal is to always be done passing the meds by 4:30 and 9:00 and ultimately the 11:15pm time to clock out. Of course life doesn't go our way. Life would be just grand if all we had to do was pass psych and HIV meds. But nooo....we also have to sign out every single psych med, issue regular meds, identify single pills found in inmates cells, manage the narcotics and syringes, etc...The biggest challenge is keeping track of all of the narcs, syringe and every pill you give to an inmate has to be documented not only on the MAR's but also on the sign out sheets. It can be very stressful and time consuming. And during the 2 med passes the inmates are of course standing in line rushing you to hurry up so they can go back to their football game or recreation.

Before I left in May I was late leaving work at like 12:30-1am in the morning just because it is so much for a new job. I literally had anxiety the few rare times I was assigned this position. Now I leave and go back and as to date I have been in the med room 4 times and have surpassed the main med room nurse by being done between 9-10pm at night with everything. This is a major accomplish at my job. When I was told that because of how good I do in there that I am now the med room relief nurse when our main med room nurse has a day off, I am just like "umm wow". If you told me this 3 weeks ago I would have laughed in your face and walked away. Now I can say I have every field, from segregation, to infirmary, to charge, to float, and now the med room down. It's for sure a personal accomplishment.

Finally finished with STL

Well today I finally got word that I am finally done with the Sunbrook Apts in St Charles. They finally did the inspection and mailed back my deposit after going back and forth about whether they would or not since the lease was broken. I felt bad about breaking the lease...but I knew it was something that needed to be done. It didn't make much sense since it cost me $800 to do so...and then they still turn around and give me the refund back which was only $150 in the beginning. But I am able to save so much more money and get out of debt faster by being back in Moberly. Plus I love my house...and dog...and of course housemate. The house is old, with very cool built in hutches all over. And a nice fenced in yard for Cady to run around in. Life is finally back to normal. As the saying goes "Se La Vie!"

Se La Vie

I have wanted to start a blog for a while...a place to put my thoughts...who cares if someone else reads it...but recently I have had a lot of thoughts.

After graduating from high school I knew the one thing I wanted to do was be a missionary to Haiti. It seemed as if my life was leading that way. College came and went and I decided not to be just a missionary but to be a medical missionary. So I finally gave in and went to nursing school. God got me through every day. But I did it. Straight out of nursing school I became a correctional nurse. I had 2 degrees under my belt, a bachelors in religious studies with a major emphasis on missions and my LPN. I was going to bridge into an RN program...but ya know after spending lots of money on moving to the City, working on a alzheimer's and rehab unit I realized that city life wasn't for me...especially after the school was shut down by the MO State Board of Missions.

At this point I was in debt from Bible school, nursing school, and moving...and I just didn't know what to do. The only logical thing was to return to Moberly. I got my job back as a correctional nurse (in which I love my job)...there is something strange with working with 1800 male inmates. Most of the time it's the standard acute and chronically ill patients, psych meds, and men that are big babies when it comes to their health...but the other times its the emergencies. Seizures, fights, blood, heart attaches, shankings, and more fights. Cuts getting shoved up people's butts, ears getting bit off, rapes, and of course "falling" on the soap in the shower. Life is always exciting behing the bars...and I ironically love it.

So the other day I was driving back from KC and took the scenic route on 24 and enjoying the sight of fall. I began to think...what in the world am I doing? Was Gretchen right when she said that most people go to Bible college then tend to stick around MO and never get to the field? Really all I am doing is working ... and alot of my time I can see myself just growing old here...but is that what I really want. Yah not really. I want to go back on the mission field. And then I realized that I am still in the stinking prep work for doing so. I am working in a prison for a very decent pay so I can pay of that college debt. I can't go to the mission field till most if not all of that debt is paid off. So that is what I am doing, I am preparing for God's calling.