This is my journey from S.N to R.N

So, Ishaq and I had a date night tonight. He started a new job and had to be gone for five days in a city two hours away last week. Before that, we hadn’t been separated for more than a night the whole time we’ve been married. Meaning that it was very difficult and we were much in need of a date. Luckily, I had been working overnight so it hadn’t been too unbearable. I digress.

So we went to Barnes and Nobles for coffee and dessert (he had a chocolate chunk cookie while I munched on a giant rice krispy treat). Afterwards, we saw a movie (Get Him to the Greek) which was pretty hilarious. On the way home, he had a late night hunger craving, specifically for the Waffle House on the way home. Besides, what else is open at midnight? And yes, you heard me right- Waffle House. I live in the South after all!

We sat down and talked and split a meal. The waitress comes up to us as we’re finishing up and lets us know that the gentleman that had been sitting behind us only minutes before had paid for our meal, but he didn’t want her to say anything until he was gone.

Color us shocked! I saw him when we went in- we made eye contact as I was getting out of the car. He was a young, black kid- not much older than Ishaq or I- just eating a late night dinner. And for some reason, he decided to pay for our meal.

That has to be one of the craziest things that has ever happened to me. Ishaq feels the same. What triggered that?? So selfless! We both felt this crazy, tingly, antsy shock and feel the need to “pay it forward” somehow.  It made me feel good- like a compliment- and at the same time, a little guilty when walking out of the restaurant without even glancing at my wallet. Weird night, right?

Wherever you are, I wish I could return the favor!

Love,

Laney

The other day while I was eating lunch at my in-laws house, my mother-in-law (who is super sweet) was trying to talk to me about a juice fast she had been on and how it was cleansing her insides. She was going into detail and was like, “Oh I’m sorry. I don’t want to say any more since you’re eating.”

I thought it was funny because I didn’t even think twice about it. At the hospital (or any meal with nursing friends, really), it’s pretty inevitable that work talk will come up at some point…and well, it’s not uncommon to be talking about blood, guts, or any and all bodily fluids while eating a meal. I don’t know why, but it just doesn’t bug us! And by us, I mean most people in healthcare with patient contact. Isn’t that weird?

Sometimes I have to catch myself when talking with my non-nursing friends at meals b/c it has happened on more than one occasion where I’ll say something about clinicals and I’ll get the blank stare with a downturned mouth before the subject is quickly changed.

For example, I was talking about blood or something at the lunch table with Ishaq and he said, flat-out, okay we need to change the subject. Oops!

What about you guys? Does it bug you to hear shop talk while you’re eating or do you talk away without batting an eye? Or do you notice a difference with hospital world and not hospital world?

Love,

Laney

I’m suffering from a horrible case of rhinorrhea. I wish it would go away.

Dear sinuses,
Let’s be friends, please??
Thanks.

Love,
Laney

PS- Who knew?? I was sick this same time last year. Vicious cycle much? I think yes.

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The drawing will be open until Friday at noon.

Love,

Laney