The Point

So I remembered how I started this bloggy in August to tell stories from my experiences as an intern. Here is one said story...

So I was pouring water down a man's feeding tube yesterday. He has neck cancer so he can't eat solid food and has what is called a PEG tube coming out of his bellybutton. Well, he is very noncompliant and doesn't do his feedings (to feed himself he pours a can of something like Ensure down the tube several times a day). And his labs showed that he was dehydrated... hence the pouring water down his tube. Okay so anyway, I was sitting there with a cup of water in one hand and the tube in the other, and I figure I might as well make conversation (I feel pretty close to him at this point). He said he lives in Country Town* (*name has been changed to protect the innocent), so I asked him what he did in Country Town. His response made me laugh: "My wife and I own the gay bar." As I said, I started laughing because I thought he was kidding. He was not. The end.

You may not think this a funny story. However, if you were to think about a small town in Mississippi having a gay bar, you may start laughing. As I did.

Hmmmm...thinking...thinking....

Got another one!!

Nursing homes have never really been my thing. Long-term care can be pretty depressing. The following story couldn't be any farther away from depressing...

I have been to the nursing home in Pontotoc, MS on three separate occasions during my Tupelo rotation, and there is this older (duh, they are old) couple that caught my eye each time. The wife appears to be much more frail than the husband, and they sit side by side, chairs touching, in the common area all day long (there isn't much to do when you live in a nursing home). So they sit. And while they sit, the husband is constantly leaned over the arm of his chair so that he can be touching the wife's arm/hand at all times. She looks at him and around at other things, but all the while he is looking at her. All day long. As he looks at her, he'll talk to her...to which he receives very little response from his wife (I'm telling you, she is the very definition of frail). Once I passed by and he was stroking his wife's hair back off of her face. Are you crying yet? Or at least reminded of how you cried when you watched The Notebook for the first time? That's pretty much my story about them, but what a powerful representation of the love between a husband and a wife. At the end of their years this couple still knows what it means to adore someone. Till death do them part.

Love and miss.

March Madness

It's almost Spring! And the time is about to change! My favorite time of the year!

I am currently watching the SEC basketball tournie with Anna and drinking Sonic Happy Hour drinks on a beautiful Friday afternoon. It's good to be the weekend.

8 more weeks of interning!!! WOOO!!!!

Next week is MSU's spring break....wish I was going to the beach like the past 3 years.

Can I just say I love my friends?? Well, I love my friends. K.

This is not in any way a profound post. I have to go get the stank off so I can meet the Vanderpools at Mugshots for din. Yum and yay.

Miss and love.

Slacker

Sorry I haven't been a very good blogger lately. I think maybe I have weeks with lots to say and then weeks with nothing to say. Not sure which category this week falls into, but I'll do my best to make this post worthwhile.

I just went outside in shorts and a t-shirt. I guess I think if I want it badly enough and believe it enough it will, in fact, be warm when I step outdoors. Speaking of cold...I guess hell froze over since the Saints won the Super Bowl. Amazing.

Wow. That reminds me of how much fun this weekend was! Best friends came to town and we played like it was 1999. Oh wait, that was partied like it was 1999. Well, we did some of that too. I think Old Venice was introduced to a whole new bit of awesomeness Saturday night. A group of girls somehow managed to get them to play the Macarena. Yes, that group of girls was us. And we made a friend named Quinton: Co-Manager. Fun times.

Hmmm. What to do? What to do? Sit here and eat something? Or go workout and then sit here and eat something? Why did Zumba class have to be cancelled tonight?!?!

Sooooo. I start Tupelo next week. Yep, it's here. Can't really believe it. The countdown to completing this dietetic internship begins!!

Mama and Daddy are coming Friday. Best part...aside from seeing them (duh)...they're bringing a King Cake. Now I haven't been on the coast at Mardi Gras since 2003 so to say that I am excited about this would be an understatement. "You can get a King Cake at the store here" you might say. And to that I would reply "the King Cakes here are basically stale cinnamon rolls compared to the moist, fresh amazingness of the King Cakes at home." Besides missing the King Cake, I also really miss getting 3 whole days off of school for this special holiday. Who says being coast trash isn't a good thing??

Okay okay. I'm getting up now. I guess I have absolutely no excuse since the gym is exactly 47 seconds away from my front door (that's starting the time after the door is already locked).

Love and miss.

Don't stop believin'

Lyrics made famous by Journey and revitalized by the cast of Glee. Well, that's the way I like to think of it, but I'm sure some would beg to differ seeing as the Journey version is still pretty popular. Oh well. I bring this up because I am watching Glee at the moment. And pretending I can write a paper at the same time. While also blogging. My middle name is Multi-tasker after all.

I love how use I've become to these below freezing weather conditions. My 7th winter in north Mississippi, I guess I'm accepting the fact that it must get cold in January and February whether I like it or not. My favorite part of this southeastern cold front is listening to them talk about it on the Weather Channel in the morning. Am I really talking about the weather??

I went to kettlebell class last night. Today I can barely do simply tasks such as walking or sitting down and standing up. Why must muscles get sore??

Can I mention that it's 2010?!? What the heck. Remember when the world was freaking out about the millennium? Yeah. That was 10 whole years ago. How 'bout them apples.

It's about that time. Time for me to start looking for a job that I get paid for and moving to a city that doesn't begin with Stark. Update on the internship: Second week back, 4 weeks at the Health Departments, 2 weeks at the Dialysis Center, 12 weeks in Tupelo. The countdown begins.

Well, that's all for now. Back to make believe world with Glee and for real world with homework.

Love and miss.

Hello New Year

Whoa, I haven't posted in a while. Oops. Things happening recently:

~Finished the semester. 1/2 way done with my dietetic internship :)

~My BFF, Anna, is now engaged :) :)

~I'm working at the bank this week. I swore this past summer would be the last time....but I'm flat broke :(

~Hanging out with sophomore year roommate and friend, Jenna, this weekend :)

~Going to Jackson for New Year's Eve :) :) :)

Oh my gosh. I am sitting here thinking "what should I write about"...isn't that sort of defeating the purpose of having a blog?? I feel like if I have nothing to say then I should not be attempting this post at this exact moment. I guess I began writing it because I vainly thought people missed reading it.

Well, one thing I know to write about is this: sometimes I wish the whole present giving thing wasn't a part of Christmas. Not because I'm a procrastinator and wait till the last minute (I just finished my shopping today) but because it takes our minds off of what we should actually be thinking about. I know, I know. Giving is not necessarily a bad thing because of all those reasons we're reminded of when we go to church the Sunday before Christmas. But I have seen firsthand what the stress of the season does to people, and sometimes I just wish we could eliminate all of that. You know what I mean?? My family likes being together. Just the 5 of us (Good luck to whoever marries into this bunch). That's my favorite part of the holiday. This week I hope we all remember why we have this holiday in the first place...the love and grace and mercy of our Heavenly Father...and forget about all the things we need to do before Thursday night at 12 a.m.

Wow, I think I just had a bit of a Libbie moment. Not quite as good as her though.

Love and miss.