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My Best Friend

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This is a story about a very special lady. A lady who is stronger than she knows and who I’m proud to call my Best Friend.

We met 8 or so years ago, in the Emergency Department of a small district hospital. It was my first day in the department, a new rotation in my New Grad year. I was paired with Angie, she would guide me through my first day in the department and “show me the ropes”. Within an hour of our first shift together I knew I wanted to be the nurse she is.

Our friendship developed, and I was introduced to her friends. Sandy, Melly B and Chelle. Our first dinner out was to a cafe in Brighton-le-sands. Lots of talking, lots of laughing and a few drinkies.

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Charli, Angie, Sandy and I (L to R)
2007

The friendship continued to develop around our rosters with lots of late nights, copious amounts of beverages and laughs.

We were in our twenties, carefree and loving life. There was many a night of alcohol induced debauchery followed by horrendous hangovers managed by a team of dedicated nurses.

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New Year 2006/2007: Before and After

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Work Christmas Party 2006

Friends came and went, Chelle left us for Singapore, Melly B left us for the mountains. Charli arrived, left for the rural life and has now come back. Sandy has gone for the rural life as well and is loving it! But in all that time, Angie was there.

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She watched as I got married and she was there when I left for greener pastures (she was with me when I got the job offer). I’ve been there through out her career moves and I was there when she got engaged. She was there for me through both my pregnancies and I was supposed to be there to help her down the aisle but a troubled pregnancy had me in hospital. She’s God Mother to Hurricane Boy and I stood by her as tragedy struck her family. I’ve watched as she has slowly become the person she is meant to be and is finally living the life she deserves.

She is my sister from another mother and I am proud to call her my friend. She is stronger than she knows and on the days that I’m about to lose my shit I know she’ll be there to listen to me rant, as ill be there for her.

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Just a little bit of spew…

Thursday morning started as any other. 4.30am Hurricane Boy wakes and comes into our bed. He climbs over the top and settles back to sleep in his favourite spot. Smack bang in the middle of mummy and daddy, arms on our pillows, feet on the dog. Our bed gets a bit full at times.

6 am, Hurricane boy wakes with a cough and a splutter. You know the type that turns into a chunder?! I spring into action! Jump straight out of bed, drag Hurricane Boy to the edge of the bed and hang him over the edge. I’d rather clean up vomit off my floor than in my bed. I send Handy Hubby for a towel and Hurricane Boy assures me that “I not be sick mummy”. I resettle him in bed and Mr Giggles wakes.

I leave Handy Hubby and Hurricane Boy in bed and start the morning. It travels like any other morning, until the deathly pale Hurricane Boy agrees to toast instead of weet bix for brekky. This would normally elicit screams and the onset of WWIII.

He picked at the toast, and then promptly grabbed his “bunny” and “bankie”, curled up into a ball on the lounge and laid down. ALARM BELLS!

And then I heard it, the rumble that could only signify that bad things are coming.

Spew. And more spew. And then some more. And just when you think your in the clear, a bit more. You could be mistaken for thinking that a sequel of “The Exorcist” was being filmed in my living room. On the plus side it was only the top end and no one else seems to be effected. So far.

In between mopping up spew, i was trying to keep a now speedy, crawling Mr Giggles out of the vomit bucket and away from his miserable brother. Thankfully I have a linen cupboard full of towels, a really good washing machine and a mother who was more than willing to help out by watching the little one while I mopped up after Hurricane Boy and got my shit together so we could take a trip to the doctors. Fingers crossed its all resolved and he’s on the mend.

God knows I deal with enough of it at work!

NM x

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sick boy finally asleep

These are a few of my favourite pins…

As previously mentioned, I’m a bit of a Pinterest nut. You can read all about it in here. So, to hopefully spread my insanity interest, on this Wordless Wednesday I thought I’d share some of my favourite pins.

 

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Feel free to follow me on Pinterest here

Linking up with Trish at My Little Drummer Boys and Bree from Twinkle in the Eye for Wordless Wednesday

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Late night yummies…

Ladies (and gents), do I have the ultimate one serving sweet for you!

Ever get to that point of the night, kids and hubby are in bed, the house looks like a bomb has hit it, the dishes still need to be done and your hankering for a little bit of sweet?

Well hold onto your knickers for the Brownie in a Mug!

What you need:

1/4 cup plain flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 tbsp Cocoa powder
2 tbsp oil (any will do, although I’ve only ever used vegetable oil)
3 tbsp water
Pinch of Salt
1 Mug

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Throw it all into your chosen mug. Mix well. It’ll look quite runny but that’s ok.

Chuck it in the microwave. “What?” I hear you say! “Surely not the microwave??!!”

Yes!!

Nuke that little sucker for 1 minute and 40 seconds.

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Be careful! It’ll be hot! At this stage you can either choose to add a bit of icecream, cream or whatever! I like mine with a dollop of smooth Peanut Butter!

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Enjoy!!

Wordless Wednesday: Walks to School

Two days a week we walk to Hurricane Boy’s (pre) school. I find it wears Mr Giggles out just enough so that going down for his morning nap isn’t as much as a screaming match as normal. Hurricane Boy enjoys the walk as well. It’s quite literally 2 streets away, so nice and close for this excercise-phobic mummy 🙂

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Ready for School

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Mr Giggles and mummy ready to go

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There are some lovely front yards on the way

Linking up with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday

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Career Moves…

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As a newly Graduated Registered Nurse I had wild dreams. I had plans to work in the adult system for a couple of years, try and get a job in a kids hospital in a critical care area and then move onto NETS. All I had to do was get through my New Grad year and then look for a position in an Intensive Care Unit.

8 years later and I’m working in a large Sydney based Emergency Department. My dreams of being a Paediatric Intensive Care Nurse have fizzled out. And to tell you the truth… Nursing little kidlets in the ED isn’t my favourite part.

Flash back to 2004: I had gained a position as a New Graduate Registered Nurse in a small district hospital. I was excited and anxious to start my new career. The New Graduate program I had enrolled in rotated me through a series of specialities. New Graduate or Transitional Nurse programs are supervised and heavily supported programs aimed to help the newly registered nurse “transition” into a knowledgable, confident, competent practitioner.

My New Grad year had me placed in a Neurology/Stroke ward for 3 months, Cardiology for 3 months, the Emergency Department for 3 months and finally in the Intensive Care Unit for 3 months. I ended up loving the ED, much to my surprise and I finished my New Grad year with a job offer as well!

Eight years later I’m still going. I’ve done and seen a lot. A lot. And now I’ve reached a crossroads. There are two pathways I can take in order to progress. Do I go into management or education? Neither really appeal to me and the thought of further study in order to move down these paths doesn’t overwhelm me. So where to now?

Do I bite the bullet, suck it up and just enrol in a Masters degree in management or education? Do I stay in ED? Do I stay in Nursing?

A career change is out of the question. I feel I’m too old to start again and can’t see myself doing anything other than Nursing and enrolling in another uni degree that I’m not really excited about is just silly. It’s a large expense in money and time that ill probably end up dropping out of anyway. So maybe move from ED?

Midwifery has interested me since I registered but I put it on the back burner for years as I was loving ED. After having the boys, my interest has been renewed. Is a specialty change in my near future? Will I love it? Will I LIKE it? Can I manage the boys, a house, a husband and full time study? Time will tell.

Linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT

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Mandatory Training…

As part of my role as a Registered Nurse, the Department of health mandates that we attend some form of annual training. This usually covers aggression management, fire and safety training, risk management and assessment and management of a sick patient. We also have “in-house” mandatory training that covers the clinical aspect of our jobs, for example annual maths tests, medication administration competency, Basic and Advanced Life Support assessments.

Today is the day for me. As I’ve been on maternity leave for the better part of last year, I have a bit of catching up to do in regards to “mandatory assessment”.

In my experience, mandatory training has never been as action packed as a normal day in the ED. It usually means I end up trying not to fall asleep, playing on my phone and walking out at the end of the day with a sore arse.

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