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We got married in February 2008 and decided to start a blog for fun. Lee works for Enterprise. He would like everyone to know that he is tall, dark, and handsome. He plays the guitar and enjoys living life to the fullest. Haley is an RN in Fort Worth. She enjoys playing the piano, going to movies, and spending time with family. We hope you enjoy our family blog!

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sleep or Lack of Sleep

Insomnia is prevailing here in Houston.
WOWZA!
Sleep has become such a commodity.
October will be a crazy month.
I am ridiculously thankful to get a FULL WEEK off of school for Thanksgiving.
Oh, and a little while back I did my FIRST blood draw on an end-stage AIDS patient.
Only a little pressure.
(Oh, and it was successful...just stressful)
Back to counting sheep!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Life

A few days ago I volunteered at an elderly activity center. It was actually my second time at the center; fun because I got to see some of the same people again and they knew me! They ran up and gave us (the students) hugs and wanted to meet the new student that was with us. I knew some of them had memory impairments, but they remembered me and we had wonderful little conversations. One of my favorite ladies (I'll call her Mrs. S for privacy purposes) had looked familiar to me on the first day, but I thought it might be because she had the most beautiful blue eyes and was always smiling. If you choose what you want to act like at 90, she epitomizes it!

During one of the activities, a Rabbi stuck his head in to say hello to the class. We were doing crafts, and he noticed Mrs. S. He said "Mrs. S I was so sorry to hear of your husbands passing. He was a great man of God. Please give my regards to your daughter and if you need anything at all I am happy to help." Now this seemed normal enough; Mrs. S thanked him, we continued doing our crafts, all was well with the world. When it was time to clean up the crafts table and head to lunch, Mrs. S stood up and walked toward the office with a very bewildered look on her face.

The program director asked Mrs. S what she was doing to which she replied "I need to call home. I need to call home right now. Someone needs to pick me up." The program director reminded her that her daughter had dropped her off and her caregiver would be in to pick her up after the program was over; nobody was at home for her to call. Mrs. S repeated her request and the program director asked her who she wanted to call. Mrs. S said "I need to call my husband right now." The mood in the room completely changed as the students, caretakers, and elderly participants realized what was taking place.

Mrs. S then told the program director why she needed to call home. Her blue eyes welled up with tears as she said "I've just heard the most awful news. Someone told me that my husband has died!" The program director confirmed this news and reminded Mrs. S that she had been at his funeral. She reminded her that it was very nice and that her husband had lived a wonderful life. Mrs. S was obviously still upset, but went up to lunch and finished the afternoon activities. Her affect (something used to describe her demeanor, kind of her facial expression and the way she is acting along with it) was very flat. She was very quiet for the rest of the afternoon. When her caretaker came to pick her up, she bolted from her chair to meet her at the door.

"I've just heard that my husband died." The caretaker replied, "Yes, Mrs. S your husband passed away about a month ago. Do you remember him being in the hospital?" "Yes" Mrs. S replied. "Do you remember that we talked about him being very sick?" "Yes, but why didn't anyone tell me he died? Why are you trying to hide it from me?" replied Mrs. S. The caretaker began to remind Mrs. S that her husband had lived a wonderful life, that he was in Methodist hospital and Mr. S lived all the way to 90 years old.

At that very moment, it hit me. She was there after he died. That was the reason she looked familiar. Mrs. S was the wife of one of my very first patients as a student. He died about a month ago 10 minutes before my shift. The hospital had to get everything completed quickly so that he could be buried before sundown (a Jewish practice).

I felt horrible that Mrs. S had forgotten. She is such a sweet woman and always so very happy. She is surrounded by a loving family and a caretaker that absolutely adores her. It was excruciating to see her reliving her husband's death and realizing that this scenario will likely play out a number of times in the future. That day I cried.

I'm sorry if this post is a little depressing, but it is real life. It helps me document my experiences so that I can look back on them one day. I hope it will help me to provide better care to my patients; I know it is therapeutic for me.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Orison Swett Marden

This guy is quickly becoming one of my favorites.

Orison Swett Marden (1850 - 1924) was an American writer associated with the New Thought Movement. He also held a degree in medicine, and was a successful hotel owner.

Marden was born in Thornton Gore, New Hampshire to Lewis and Martha Marden. When he was three years old, his mother died at the age of 22, leaving Orison and his two sisters in the care of their father, a farmer, hunter, and trapper. When Orison was seven years old, his father died from injuries incurred while in the wood, and the children were shuttled from one guardian to another, with Orison working as a "hired boy" to earn his keep. Inspired by an early self-help book by the Scottish author Samuel Smiles, which he found in an attic, Marden set out to improve himself and his life circumstances. He persevered in advancing himself and graduated from Boston University in 1871. He later graduated from Harvard with an M.D. in 1881 and an LL.B. degree in 1882. He also studied at the Boston School of Oratory and Andover Theological Seminary.

Marden supported himself during his college years by working in a hotel and afterward by becoming the owner of several hotels and a resort. Financial reverses ended that career, and in 1893, he was again working as a hotel manager, in Chicago, during the time that theWorld's Columbian Exposition was attracting visitors to that city from all over the world. It was during this period that he began to write down his philosophical ideas, with the goal of inspiring others as he had been inspired by Samuel Smiles.

In addition to Smiles, Marden cited as influences on his thinking the works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. and Ralph Waldo Emerson, both of whom were influential forerunners of what, by the 1890s, was called the New Thought Movement.

Marden's first book, Pushing to the Front, was published in 1894. He followed this with several more volumes on the subjects of success, the cultivation of will-power, and positive thinking. He founded Success Magazine in 1897 and was also a regular contributor to Elizabeth Towne's New Thought magazine Nautilus during the first two decades of the 20th century.

Like many proponents of the New Thought philosophy, Marden believed that our thoughts influence our lives and our life circumstances. He said, "We make the world we live in and shape our own environment."[1] Yet although he is best known for his books on financial success, he always emphasized that this would come as a result of cultivating one's personal development: "The golden opportunity you are seeking is in yourself. It is not in your environment; it is not in luck or chance, or the help of others; it is in yourself alone." [2]

Marden died in 1924 at the age of 74.


from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orison_Swett_Marden

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Dare to Live

This song may have vaulted to #1 on my ALL TIME FAVORITE list. I was studying/listening to/watching a PBS drive featuring the concert and stopped everything when I heard this song! He is coming to Houston in December and I would LOVE to go! Do yourself a favor and watch it full screen. It is in HD so it takes a little bit to load if you have the slowest internet ever (like me).


Thursday, September 2, 2010

Rockport, Texas 2010

The house @ Rockport
Lee, Sookie, & Sophie