Vanover Family Trait

For as long as I can remember, making faces has been part of our family history. I think we can probably blame my Dad. He likes to make people laugh and one of his talents is to make cross-eyed funny faces. Of course, we all laughed, so he kept doing it. Sometime last week I received an email from Daddy with a cross-eyed face picture attached. I laughed, of course.

I also can cross my eyes. So can my Mom and my brother. We don't really do it very often but I have discovered it is a talent that runs in my family and not everyone can do it. So one day, I don't even know when it started, but I looked at my 3 year old, Sophia, and she is sitting there crossing her eyes at me. Clearly, she is doing it for a laugh because she is waiting for me to look at her. Of course, I laughed. It was such a surprise that I couldn't stop laughing, therefore, the reinforcement was made. I am intrigued by the fact that no one taught her how to cross her eyes but she just did it. It must really be a family trait.

Where did we go wrong???

Tonight Brayden came home with a lot of homework to do. He was pretty sad about it too. He wanted to go outside and play. The funny thing is that he blew through the math pages and even concentrated and got his reading homework finished. The problem came about when he had to put together the turkey. A construction paper turkey!!! How annoying! I mean, that's supposed to be fun work at school, at least in my opinion. Most kids like art projects but he wasn't having any of it. He didn't want to cut and paste together the turkey. Maybe it is because it was not coming from his brain and someone was just giving him something to keep him busy. For a second, I was watching him and wondering what this meant about his personality and what kind of work he would gravitate towards when he grows up.

So I asked him. "Brayden, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
He replied, "A Robber."

Uh oh. I think we have some more work to do.

Therapy for the Overstimulated and Overscheduled

Don't get me wrong, my life is good. I have a great husband, sweet kids and good friends. I am just TIRED. Maybe it's because our world is so fast paced and plugged in all of the time. I find myself unable to rest and be quiet. I have to give myself permission to take a break and not be "on" for everyone and everything that pulls me in all directions. When I look at my calendar it is a plethora of details written in different colored markers. It is a little ridiculous.

It is no wonder I finally caught a cold. So today, I am on the couch. I am still doing laundry so that the family won't go naked but that is all I am doing today. Norm took Sophia with him and Brayden is at school so I can rest and recharge. I need this. I have music on and I am just on the couch, my own couch so I don't end up on the Therapist's couch. =)

The Blur that was September

Holy Cow! Is it really the 12th day of October!?!

I love Fall but I am about to miss it! September came and went before I could turn around twice. Mostly due to the start of school and all the activities that go along with that.

Brayden started 1st grade. He came home after the 1st day to tell me that it was "boring" Uh oh. Regardless of that comment, he is reading like crazy and learning math fairly easily. He also enjoys letting the girls chase him on the playground. (what boy wouldn't, right?)

Sophia is back at preschool. She is learning how to be more independent and take on responsibility. It is difficult for her. I find that even when I try not to, I do things for her that she should be doing for herself. She went head to head with her teacher, a move I did not expect from her. Obviously, her teacher, was not manipulated by her meltdown and she realized that if she wanted to participate, she had to act like a big girl! She is better now and learning to write her name and learning a lot of songs that she sings at home while twirling around.

Brayden started soccer while Sophia started dance lessons. We went for a visit to Rhode Island to see family and we went camping for a weekend with friends. We have worked our jobs and visited with friends all while adjusting to the new Fall routine. I am tired just typing all of it!

We are adjusting. Every season is like that. I just have to talk to myself and remind myself to stop and enjoy the moments in the madness.

It's not about me...

In my last post I was feeling pretty rotten about missing that legal draw. I couldn't stop thinking about it and it was in the back of my mind all weekend. So when I headed to work on Monday I needed a little redemption.

I was determined to visit down in the Outpatient Lab and draw a few patients there. When things got cleaned up some in the Main Lab, I went down. I chatted with the main phlebotemist down there. I didn't know her and it was fun to learn a little about what she does and how she interacts with the patients there. I discovered that these patients were names that I recognized through testing but I had never met them. We saw three different patients. They come and chat and talk about their lives. One lady comes in for frequent draws. She had just lost her husband to a sudden heart attack. She wanted to talk about it a little while she was there. Another was a little elderly lady and her caregiver was there with her. She was very ill and had hardly eaten in days. Finally, the third was a little man. He was very slight in stature. He sat down in the chair and waited for us. He had great veins so I asked if I could try. I explained that I am practicing and he was okay with that. I fumbled around a little and I missed, AGAIN.
My phlebotemist asked if I wanted her to do it and the man said, "No, she should try again. That's how you learn, right?" So my phleb gave me some very valuable pointers and it worked like a charm. I got it. The man was very gracious and even complementary. He said,"You are good and you just don't know it. I didn't even feel the needle." I thanked him for giving me an extra shot at it.

Later, when I was back in the lab and running the tests, it dawns on me. I knew that man's name for a specific reason. A Doctor had called me last week and asked that I check on some ordering for one of his patients. It was this man that I had drawn. He said that this man had terminal cancer and he didn't want him double charged for some testing he ordered. I took a minute to dwell on the fact that this man is dying and he could have been grumpy and feeling sorry for himself and justifiably tired of people poking at him. Instead, he was gracious, encouraging and even complementary of me. It's really not about me.

Drawing Blood.

My annual review is coming up and one thing that I really dread is the drawing blood section of the review. I am required to draw one person using correct technique to fulfil my competency report for the year. The funny thing is that when you only do one stick a year, you are not really competent, now are you?

Some Clinical Laboratory Scientists draw blood routinely but at my hospital we have a whole staff of phlebotemists who draw all of our bloods. The time in which I end up having to draw the blood is in legal situations. Only lab technologists and nurses can draw for legal blood draws.

So today, I get an email that my annual blood draw is due. We also had a call out on night shift so it was my turn to stay late to fill in. At the end of my shift, the overhead page calls for a trauma situation in the Emergency Room. We perform testing on this person and they call for a legal blood draw.

I am the only one left to go. Gulp! Unfortunately, I have no one to take with me to help me find a vein. I went by myself and they let me in. I have a sneaky suspicion that the nurse called me because she wants to avoid getting subpoenaed to court for this case. This poor lady is crying and crying and she is in a lot of pain. These are the times that I am glad that I work in the lab because I take these individuals with me home and dwell on them and their stories. Most of the time you are seeing them because they are having a very rough day.

I was brave. I set up my stuff and looked for a vein. Crap! IV's in both arms! They of course, already have the easy veins tied up. Can't find a vein, can't find a vein, the nurses are all sitting around looking at me, the police officer is waiting for me, can't find a vein. Finally, I find one and try it, nothing. The nurse comes in and says, "Did you try over here?" No. But I guess I will. I tried again, nothing. I am so bummed! I wanted to get this draw but at the same time, I felt so bad for this lady. I am looking for veins and she is hanging onto my hand and crying. No one is there with her.

I can't get the draw so I head out to the nurses station. I tell them I can't get it. I feel like a dork. Oh well, I did the best I could with the very limited experience that I have and I did something that scares me. I just wish I was successful. Maybe that is successful, though. If you do your best at something you are afraid of failing at then there must be some success in that?

The other part is the human part. I touched this woman's life for a moment. She was having a bad day and I got a moment to express kindness and compassion to her. Hopefully she will be able to get her life together.

Now, I still have to get that one stick in before my review. Maybe next time.

Tales from a 6 year old's romance.

It happened all of a sudden. Suddenly Brayden was talking about this girl. A girl named Julia. She was his girlfriend. All of her friends told him he was. Then all of a sudden, she wasn't. I don't know what happened but I know how fickle little girls can be but Brayden was really sad. This happened right at the end of school so he has had the summer to talk about it.

He has decided that this is the only girlfriend he will ever have. She is the best girlfriend he could have. He doesn't want any other girlfriend. Then he sadly hangs his head. It is so heartwrenching. Especially when you know, being an adult and all the relationships that are in the future, you want to comfort them with promise of more girlfriends to come. But he is not hearing anything of it.

One day, he is in the kitchen with me and he says, dreamily, "Mom, you know when you see a girl and she has a beautiful face, you just have to tell her, "I am going to be your girlfriend."" I chuckled inside.

Yesterday, he was drawing hearts, one inside the other. I told him it looked like a tunnel of love. He said "Yeah, You and Sophia and the most special girl can go with me in the tunnel of love. Her name is Rachel." When I asked him who Rachel was, he said, "Oh, uh, I mean Emily...no Julia, her name's Julia" I chuckled inside again.

School is about to start and I am wondering what kind of spell this Julia chick is going to have on my boy. We'll see.