3 a.m. brain drain

Yep, I shulda just got my rears out of bed at 3 instead of trying to go back to sleep and waking up with a sleep hangover or something that feels like a frickin hangover.  Tho, no alcohol involvement...damn!

One of the worst things about waking up is the fact that 98%

*the female brain---ummm, s'posedly*

of the time my brain clicks into gear.  This time, I started thinking about what to post in my blog.  Like really?  Really??   Anyhow, here it is.........

First and foremost, like I've known this, but every once in awhile I have to smack myself and reaffirm this truism.  There is hardly any immediate gratification in life.  What does happen immediately, like shopping, eating something sinful, drinking a little too much, or ranting (I'm sure there is more, but it tis early) on impulse only gratifies for a short time, then you are hit with the repercussions of your impulses and need for immediate gratification.

Being a Critical Care Nurse for almost my entire career, with slight segues in Trauma and HH. 

I know that like running there is (usually) no immediate returns on my efforts.  It is a long, day in and day out process.  Sometimes with little gems every once in awhile, but more often than not, just putting your head down and knowing that you will receive returns at one time or another has to be enough.   You have to acquire your base, your endurance and be able to go anaerobic in both areas without keeling over.  You will be sore from physical exertion and so tired (mentally and physically) at times you think...oh fuck this nonsense!  But then somehow you (I) go back to the unit or you (I) lace up those trainers and head out the door again for another day.

I have to remember I made the choice of going back to school for nursing.  At times I say, why?  There are alot more jobs where I wouldn't have to mess with bodily fluids/waste, nasty wounds and phlegm on a daily basis, and get paid bigger dollars than what I get paid.  Then again, I wouldn't be able to look back thru my career already and know that I had a hand in saving several lives, from as young as 16 to 95.  That I was also there with family of patient(s) nursing the patient and giving as much emotional support as needed to the family of their passing loved one.  Soooo, I have to remind myself every time I go to work, that yeah, in some small way I make a difference with what I do every single time. 

K, time to lace up my kicks for a hearty interval session.  Oh the joy!!   :-)