THEY DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU

I've blogged about men as socks, how about socks as men...


Let's hear from the runners up (in no particular order)

Mr. Holy Socks:
This boy pays attention to looks only when it matters, gellin his hair for special nights out, but going to work with his fluffy, but oh so cute, bob of a hair cut. He wears dress shirts and gap khakis and his socks are of the old white tube variety that his mom probably got him for christmas, along with the tighty whities. On the surface he seems mature, put together, ready to settle down, but in reality he's less stable than his holy tube socks.

Mr. Skull and Cross Bones Socks:
This is Mr. Popular boy. He knows everyone and everyone knows him. He's the sporty badass and wouldn't be caught dead wearing brand names. He plays the busy card a little too often but knows how to sweet talk his way back into your life. And you know that anyone who rocks the bandanna that hard has got to have rockin socks!

Mr. Practical Socks:
This boy likes to keep his socks color coordinated in a labeled drawer just for socks. Sport socks. Work socks. Lounge socks. He likely read a rule book of how to be with a girl, but forgot to read the chapter on keeping a girl and dates for all the wrong reasons. He should probably just leave his socks on while in the sack to save time.

Mr. Athletic Socks:
This boy doesn't particularly care for socks, but appreciates their usefulness. Black socks for dress up, tube socks for work, dryfit super absorbent fancy shmancy elite socks for working out. In life he may have read the same book as above mentioned, but likely chose the x-rated version. He should probably just stick to the dryfits seeing as how they suit him more.

Mr. Mismatched Socks:
Who folds their socks? This boy is the hippiest of boys. Dreads his hair to avoid washing it, wears mismatched socks because who knows where the other red sock is. He's someone you can climb trees with or just sit around with for hours and not realize time has passed. And even in his disheveled state he just looks oh so cute.

EMOTIONALLY SLUTTY

So at clinical today we were supposed to leave at 14:30 - my idea...At 14:25, however, I found myself standing in the hall, gloves on...
"can I pleasssse get a hand in here??"

My preceptor had promised to help me, but was nowhere to be found. My nurse I was working with was nowhere to be found. Finally I convinced another student to stay late with me to help roll my patient so I could clean her up and get her dressing change finished.
I didn't leave the hospital until about 1520 and even so I was unable to give report to my covering nurse (because I couldn't find her and my preceptor had gone home without telling me), I left her IV running, I didn't give her breakthrough pain medications...there is soo many things I just left my patient with. But I seriously had to leave. I felt abandoned, annoyed, frustrated and guilty. So much so that I'm even considering calling in sick tomorrow and ruining my perfect attendance record.

From the hospital I went to the Dying and Death conference...
"I'd be intimidated to say that to my patient..."
"I've never known you to be intimidated by anything!"
This comment, combined with my vulnerable feeling from clinical - damn nursing making me feel human! led into me sharing way too much information about myself to a room full of strangers...

I remember a time when I never used to talk about my feelings or my experiences. I used to be 'mysterious' almost. But now, jeez, get me a cup of tea (or tiara and pizza) and you can't get me to shut up! But you know I save the juicest of stories for my girls on either coasts...and when it really can't wait, I've got my clinical group, or like today, a room full of strangers...

I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU PEOPLE DO IT. ALL THAT EMOTIONAL CHOW-CHOW. IT'S EXHAUSTING!