Just rambling....one of those times....

  1. hello all!

    i haven't posted much or been around lately. i guess i am not really looking for any replies here, so don't bother. i guess i am just typing out all my thoughts hoping it will amount to something in my head?

    like, here i have some stuff sent by my sis, that i don't want to open?
    it's 12-25 1:17am and i am doing my laundry in the middle of the night?
    i worked today from 11-11 and it didn't phase me in the slightest?
    my parents that i have not spoken to in 5 years (by their choice), now come around and want everything hunky dory? (*****)
    my kids, love being with me but when they see mommy loose all thought of me? (wonder if they think i'm a looser?)
    i have had it with er work, abuse, lies and bs by administration.
    i am tired of the politics and budget crap, are neccesities......which have have worn on me.
    i was threatened at work by a family member again.
    i applied for a pacu job this week........will i get it?
    once again i realize i cannot make everybody in the world happy, why do i try so hard?
    sometimes you can only try so hard to do things right, make things work, and worry before you go nuts and just give up......does that go back to the looser issue again?
    while they say christmas time can be the leader in depression, distraughtness and tis the season for suicide....it makes me wonder? does not gore and terrible things make news ratings? christmas time clearly leads also in, the time of year people are happy and love? boy our society is bass ackwards?
    where will i be tomorrw, or the next day? 1 yr, 2 yrs, 5 yrs or 20 years from now?
    am i too sensetive for a guy?
    stupid?
    ignorant?
    whimp?
    oh well?????????
    sighs..........i have sucked so far at trying to figure things out, why start to attempt now?
    talk about a head full of crap? maybe i'm just tired who knows?

    in the end?

    merry christmas.............

    soon to be deleted i am sure.........

    out..........

    me




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  2. 20 Comments

  3. by   BellaTerra2002
    You don't sound like a loser or over sensitive. You sound overtired and in need of a good night's sleep. And I'll also bet you that when the holidays are over, life will look better to you.

    Forget the laundry. Go to bed.

    In my thoughts,

    Bella
  4. by   SmilingBluEyes
    You sound like a perfectly sane person who is NOT a loser and has very VALID feelings. You are trying to do a positive thing about them....venting about it and trying to change it for the better is VERY appropriate........I feel for you and am here to listen when you vent. VENT AWAY, friend! And Merry Christmas to you!
  5. by   RNforLongTime
    No, Rick you certainly aren't a loser. It sounds to me as though you need to get out of the ER and soon! You've had a rough year for sure. So, I wish you a Merry Christmas and if you need to vent feel free...don't worry so much what others think.

    Kelly
  6. by   canoehead
    I hope you get that PACU job you want. Have a peaceful holiday Rick.
  7. by   DIPLOMATICRN4HIRE
    Why would you think this to be deleted?
    The thoughts of someone who honestly cares , what he has become, what his children think about him, and why no matter what he does he knows deep in his heart he will never be able to satisfy the world. Those arent the ramblings of a mad man those are the thoughts of someone who gives a crap about the next 20 yrs will hold for himself, his children and his world. Men like you are a hard find. Someone who understands more about whats going on and it isnt being reported on ESPN, but CNN. One who looks into his job and sees where he can make a difference that shift and try his best to Do No Harm. Politics sucks the life out of your work, your life and Our world because it seems that people with no common sense and too much time on thier hands are ready to go to war.
    If you havent been told lately which Im sure you havent, THANK YOU.
    Thank you for being the person that you are, and the fact that the small things bother you, it means you have a heart that beats and a mind that has a conscience(sp) sorry).
    Thank you for being a caring father that ponders how he can improve his relationship with his children ( for that alone I bow to you)
    Thank you for wanting to adventure into another area of the Nursing profession and try to go to another department and not leaving the profession dissatified with your shortcummings of the moment.
    Thank you for being here. There are times that you have listened to many , given your words of advice and not thought about judging that person whom you gave advice to.I thank you for that.
    I dont think that you have lost your human touch at all I think humanity needs to catch up with you.
    Just my thoughts
    Zoe:kiss
  8. by   renerian
    Hope you get your PACU job!

    renerian
  9. by   aimeee
    I had hoped this would be a better Christmas for you this year, Rick. There IS hope that things will get better. You are not a loser. You have much to offer. You CAN climb out of this hole. It won't happen overnight. Small steps, one change at a time. YOU decide whether you control your life, or let life make you a victim.

    You are smart, have beautiful loving children, job skills that are in demand everywhere. You have food on your table, clothes on your back, and decent place to live. You have much to GIVE and much to be thankful for.

    I have been thinking of you frequently throughout this holiday season, wondering how you were getting along. I'm sure there are many more people than you realize who are out there who care about you and willing to give you support if and when you reach out for it.

    Caring thoughts,
    Amy
  10. by   night owl
    That's what I love about you Rick. You hardly ever post anymore and when you do, wham!!!!!! Love ya Baby, but come talk to us more. You let things out when it all builds up...not good. Don't bottle it all up inside. Do you want my advice? Too bad, you're getting it anyway...
    OK, forget the world...You'll never please them all, so stop trying. You are #1 and that's who you have to please, that's who you have to look after. You've gotta love yourself.
    Your family? Don't shove them away, you need them. Let your parents into your life, they're the only ones you have. I wish I still had mine around. Your kids love you no matter what. They know you're not a loser, you're their father for God's sake and they worship you. Good for you for trying to get out of ER....I hope you get that PACU job. Administration will always be a business that is all about money and that my friend will never change so don't get all wrapped up in the politics...let it go and just be the caring person that you are. There's nothing else you can do about those vultures.
    Holidays and depression go hand in hand, but that's what we're here for to help you get through them. Helping others when they need you, is my way of tackling the depression thing, it makes me forget about myself for awhile and give to those who are really in need and it makes me feel good about myself afterwards.
    So Rick, come around more often. You have alot of good people here that have alot of great advice. We miss you when you're not around...Don't be so distant, we're only a few clicks away. Go make this day count. Love ya kiddoe and Merry Christmas to ya, ya big lug!
  11. by   researchrabbit
    You can't please everyone (it was a hard lesson for me to learn, but things are better for me now that I've learned it). So you please yourself...and share that with the people you love. I've missed you too...don't stay away so long next time!
  12. by   baseline
    Having been an ED nurse for most ofmy career, I fried on several occasions, then finally burned out entirely. I don't know you, but I recognize you.....

    First and formost......the number one person in your life is YOU. I have been there and when I finally learned to love myself.....I became more loveable. My life became more settled and peaceful and the time I ENJOYED the most was the time I spent alone....(Not lonely.....alone).

    Second....I hope you get the PACU position, but if you don't....don't add that to your pile of losses. Add it to experience and start to look logically at new positions. Network.

    Come here a little more often.....some of the people here always manage to make me laugh even in my worst moods! (Heather new glasses had me on the floor) Big hug.
  13. by   rncountry
    Dear Rick, I hope you come back and read the posts here. Buddy, you have people here that care about you and want the best to happen in your life.
    I need to tell you something and it's important. If you have read many of my posts you may already know that my dad died just over two years ago. I miss him terribly. But that is not what I really want you to know. My parents divorced when I was eight years old. I didn't see my dad again until I was 22. There was only very minimal communication between us during those years. For a time I didn't see my dad because my mom would not allow it, the divorce was nasty, and I think my mom felt that she was doing the best thing for me and my sister at the time. Later as a teenager I did contact my dad a couple times, but he was stationed in far off places. Spain, Iceland, Italy then Florida, California and back to Iceland. Occasionally he was in his home base in Memphis. For most of my teen years I was angry with him, and boy did it show with what little communication I had with him. I now know that he did not know how to bridge that. When I was 22 years old and living on an Air Force base in New Hampshire with my now ex husband, my dad called me out of the blue and told me he would be flying in to see me. I was flabbergasted and simply had no idea how I would handle the situation. The day he came I got a knock on my front door and when I opened it there stood my dad. I'm not kidding when I tell you I shut the door in his face. I then went and sat on the couch trying to decide if I would open the door and let him in, if he would still be there when if I did and whether I could handle the situation at all no matter what. I must have sat on that couch for 10 minutes. Ultimately I went back to the door and opened it expecting him to be gone, but he was still there. He politely asked if he could come in or would I rather he leave. I asked him in and made coffee. He met my son, who was 2 years old for the first time, he met my husband who he had never seen, though it was while he was on duty and through the flight line fencing. We talked a great deal, but I couldn't relax or be myself. But it was a start. A few months later I and my son flew to Detroit and picked up my younger sister who was 15, then on to Memphis to see out dad. My sister had not been with him since she was a year old. We spent a week there, met my step mom for the first time, and decided she was not the wicked witch I had figured she had to be. The next couple years we stayed in contact fairly regularly, but much of the time it was still tense. When I was 8 months pregnant for my daughter, now living in Michigan, my dad, stepmom and the baby they had adopted who is my stepsister's daughter came to visit us. Once again he was on his way to Iceland and he wanted to see me and my sister before he left. He would be gone for two years. The phone calls were few and far between, letters too. I simply moved on with my life and didn't think about him much.
    This overseas assignment was his last. He came home to Memphis and became an instructor with the Navy, which meant he would not be going to any other base again. From there we began to be able to establish a true father/daughter relationship again. It still took time and effort, I live in Michigan and long distance communication is just not the same as being able to see someone regularly. In the years that he came back to Memphis until he died, I was able to go south and visit several times. My dad had had a computer for years, but I hadn't. When I got my computer I was able to email him and he me regularly. The computer was the best thing that happened for us.
    When my dad first got ill he more or less blew it off. He was a Christian Scientist, raised in that faith by his mother. He had a small spot of melanoma on the top of his head, and when a doctor told him it needed to be removed, he wouldn't do it. In my dad's life the only time he had been to a physician was when the Navy required it. This time around he had gone after being hounded repeatedly by my stepmom. I didn't know about any of this until a couple months later. Several months went by and I got a phone call from my dad. That in itself was unusual, we communicated through email almost exclusively now. Then he started talking about how he and Jean had decided they needed to downsize the house, and he wanted me and my sister to come down and go through things. I knew, positively knew, something was not right. I started to question him, why, what's going on etc... suddenly my dad began to weep. I don't mean cry, but weeping. I could tell he had put down the phone and I started yelling for him, then my stepmom picked up the phone and told me that the melanoma had mets to his brain, the prognosis was grim and that he had started radiation therapy after she begged him to try it. Rick in two more days I and my family were to leave to go to Hawaii for vacation. Something we had saved up for years. I was taking my sister and her son with us because you see she was born there when we were stationed there with the Navy. It was the last place I had lived with my dad. Going to Hawaii was not simply a vacation to me, it was going home again. To relive the memories of my dad and all the wonderful times we had spent there. I talked to my stepmom and then my dad after he was ok, we talked about treatment and what he wanted to do with the house, things that I didn't really want to talk about at the time, but my dad did.
    We went to Hawaii, I didn't tell my sister what was up because I didn't want to ruin her vacation. We visited all the different places I remembered as a kid and on the fourth day there we went back to Barbar's Point Naval Base to see my old house. It is a closed base now, so we could get on. I found my house by going to the school and walking the route home. The grass was overgrown and brown because that side of the Island was experiencing a severe drought. Someone had cut down the avocado tree we had in the front yard and the banana tree in the front yard of the house across the street was also gone. But the Plumeria tree that I used to pick blossoms off of to make lei's was still there and in bloom. Plumeria's are very fragrant and to me they are the smell of the islands. I went over and picked a couple blossoms and held back tears. We then drove the route to the beach because there was a beach next to the base that had been for military only. I learned to swim there. On the way there you have to pass the flight line and out there was sitting a lone, unused P3-Orien, the plane my dad had been a flight engineer on. I no longer could hold tears back while I remembered the many times I would sit out on that runway waiting for my dad's P3 to come in, and how I would run across the runway after the plane landed so I could be swept up in my dad's arms when he took that last step off the ladder coming out of the plane. I don't think in my life I have ever cried so hard. Once we got to the beach I was able to control myself, and we got out of the car. The only people on the beach with waves my kids thought were amazingly hugh. I was able to laugh when my oldest who had been told not to turn his back to the ocean, did that exactly and was nearly knocked over by a wave that came way up the beach. But the memories, oh how they flooded over me.
    The vacation was in July, and my dad died in September. I was able to make it down to Tennessee three times before he died, and we talked about things we should have talked about years before. The last time I saw my dad things that should have been done by his physician had not been done and he ended up losing his leg because of a blood clot that had been ignored. I had to quit my job to be able to go to him, and never regretted it because it would end up being the last time I would see him alive.
    Three weeks later my stepmom called, as soon as I heard her voice I knew.
    My dad's computer was in a rolltop oak desk, it had been closed from the time that I had gotten to the house. The day of the funeral I went to the desk and lifted the lid because I wanted to find a passage from "leaves of Grass" to read at the funeral. There beside the computer was a printout of the email I had sent to him when we got back to Hawaii. The email had been very long, as I poured out feelings that I had and had never been willing to share with him before. I could see that it was tear stained and I swear my heart dropped to my knees. It was as if I had been given a message from my dad even though he was no longer here. I picked it up and folded it so I could keep it. My stepmom came over and hugged me then told me my dad loved more than he could ever express, and that she hoped I could understand that.
    Rick, I tell you all this because if your parents are reaching out to you, then please give them an opportunity to be part of your life. I didn't do that for a very long time, and I can't express to you how much I regret that. My sister, who never let our dad get close to her regrets it so very much now that he is gone.
    The other thing I hope that you can understand, is that when I was able to build that relationship with my dad again, my mom felt very hurt. She felt that he had been the one who left, and she had been the one who had been there for me my whole life. She was the one who made the ball games and the band concerts. Watching me march rain or shine. The sacrafices that she made to make sure me and my sister had what we needed. It took a very long time for her to understand or perhaps accept is a better word, that my want, my need to have a relationship with my dad did not make her less in my eyes. It didn't mean that I loved her less or that she suddenly was a loser or chopped liver in my eyes. For a long time after my dad died I didn't put his dress white Navy hat or a couple other things that I had gotten in the my antique secretary where there are display shelves behind glass like I wanted to, because I was afraid it would hurt my mom's feelings. Until one day I simply decided that she would have to be able to understand my need to have that connection with my dad. Please don't think that your children think you are a loser or whatever because they light up when their mom is around. The relationship they have with you is important, and so is the one with their mother.
    I hope you get the PACU job, it is time for a change. But even if you don't you have skills that are in high demand right now, and the right thing WILL happen.
    I know this was long, but I so wanted to share with you my feelings about family who are estranged. When the relationship has been abusive or boundries consistantly overran than it is best to leave it behind. But if that is not the case it is well worth allowing the other party to reach out and have you reach back.
    We've missed you around here, don't be a stranger. While this the allnurses gang may only be over the computer, I always remember that without the emails that went between me and my dad we would never have been able to get to reknow one another the way we did. Sometimes I was willing to put things into an email that I don't believe I would have ever been able to say face to face. And those things needed to be said.
    Good feelings and prayers sent to you for a better year to come.
    Helen
  14. by   IntelliKat
    Hey, keep the faith, man. Do great things for yourself!!! We must receive to be able to keep giving. And we give and do a helluva lot!!! Maybe your body is telling you to switch areas of nursing, or maybe go part-time or pool in ER and pick up hours in other less stressful areas. That is what I did (after 9 years of full time in ICU, and reaching TOTAL burnout) and now I work also in endoscopy, internal medicine clinic, homeless clinic, employee health and it is so interesting. I wish I had done this years ago! I can basically set my own schedule and am free to take classes in art and graphic design and pursue other dreams. And I am nice again!!! It's a big world out there. Nursing isn't the be-all and end-all. (Thank God!) There is only so much I can and WANT to give!!! Blessings to you to find your way!!!:kiss

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